THE DAY CHEBEYA DIED

We  must  Know That
Chebeya died one day,
A freedom fighter
Died in the arms of a godless
Who wanted to protect evil
And get paid for killing
An honorable defender of Rights.

The day Chebeya died
Remains etched in my memory.
When the news reached me
It was hard for me to tolerate
A mortal Eliminates His Brother,
Just because he supports the right.
This day is unforgettable!

I need to talk about it
So That my memory gets rid of
A wide and massive weight 
Which was deposited in a crash,
Disturbing all my conscience
Because we have the same fight:
The reign of justice!

The day Chebeya died,
The evil forces took the life
Of a determined activist
Who denounced many abuses
Suffered by his oppressed brothers
Under a bloody regime
That has plagued our nation.

The day Chebeya died,
Nature has seen the murder,
She witnessed inactively
The killing without mercy of a man
Of a man whose passion
Was simply to Fight against
The barbarism of a regime of vampires.

The day Chebeya died,
A  macabre black hand
Held Him to suffocate His fate,
With a desire to finish Him forever
Without Knowing that Such a man
Nature Protects his honour.
Chebeya has become more present!

The day Chebeya died,
 Died also an innocent man
Whose Life has escaped
from a stiff body hidden 
So That rots in himself
And the mysterious truth
To remain unknown!

The day Chebeya died,
The sun and all His
Attended powerless
A needless murder
Of a man who wanted to see
His country, Congo breathe
The breath of freedom.