Congo Poem by Luke Easter

If only America the great protector could be so bold,
Ah! But, there’s no diamonds, no oil, aka black gold,
So why are we still in Afghanistan? How come Iraq?
Is not being gang raped 10 at a time a serious attack?

And yet it would be hard to help those away from home,
While in military academies we cannot protect our own,
The case for innocence, Jamie Leigh Jones & all the rest,
In uniform, LaVena Johnson, Amy Tirador, Morganne McBeth.

Brutal mass rapes in D.R. Congo occur on a daily basis,
We shudder to think of tears mixed in with bloody faces,
Surely after you have been repeatedly beaten by throngs,
It’s death or you accept defeat & painfully suffer wrong.

Sometimes 100 helpless women are kidnapped in one night,
As it is impossible with a gun in your face to put up a fight,
Democratic Republic of Congo is a woman’s worst nightmare,
However, if America won’t get justice here how will they there?

And these aren’t rumors of unrest because the reports are factual,
Any entity ready, willing & able to assist Amnesty International?
Some say it is their government’s fault, after all they are corrupt,
Villages of old men, women & children yes they’re sitting ducks.

Okay, billions are pledged to save the failing economy of Greece,
High tech weapons for good guys are stolen from Mexican Police,
Nothing more than armed street thugs, this army of the Congolese,
Waiting on our help what’s the saying about hell beginning to freeze?

Where there is no monetary reward how little we value others lives,
More coverage in America about Saudi women not allowed to drive,
Make an effort to check, www.atma-foundation.org as it’s a sure bet,
Until something valuable is found in the Congo, our country will forget.