02. Lettre ouverte aux présidents d'Afrique

The title “Lettre ouverte aux présidents d'Afrique...” sums up more than 60 years of African political life. Here, political rapper Martial Pa'nucci becomes the voice of the voiceless, saying out loud to African leaders what the people of Africa are thinking and saying in the ghettos, but have never had the chance to say to their faces or in the media...

02. An Open Letter to African Presidents (Prob by Stonik Killah)
(Lyrics)

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Dear Mr Presidents
You have been at the helm of Africa for more than 60 years now
And these few years have been enough for you to assassinate
Many African leaders as the colonizer did in 400 years
 
And doing this you’ve almost washed away the colonizer’s crimes
Like the crime of slavery
Despite the thousands of deaths it caused
Deaths that you have hidden
 
By walking on History
You have trampled their memory
Without any qualms
 
Dear Mr Presidents
In less than a century of your governance
You have transformed hospitable Africa into a predator
Devouring its own sons
Into an ogre
Who sends its sons to die  
In flimsy boats
That drown in the Atlantic along with all their hopes
 
You who  were responsible for her destiny
You transformed Africa into an unliveable land
Where civil wars decimate her sons, it’s horrible
But our misfortune is your fortune, and so you carry on
 
Dear Mr Presidents
By turning your backs on our Civilisation, you’ve betrayed the ancestors
And now the only path to knowledge left is that of traitors
You fix laws that plunge us into the unknown and into misery
Laws that gnaw at us with irony and ridicule
While you perpetuate shameful traditions
Such as good old FrançAfrique
 
You’ve reduced Africa to begging
The hand that gives is that of the West
And the hand that charms is that of enchanted Asia
Africa’s riches develop other continents
While she remains stuck, starving her sons  
 
Dear Mr Presidents
Instead of governing
You spend your time stealing
Instead of respecting the fundamental laws you mess with them
And you defile the people for your politicking whims
 
And when we take to the streets to demand that you respect the law
You strike us down like animals
We are those you strike for no reason
Just like those who disappear without a sound
You dilapidate what is rightfully ours
You take on the role of the despot
You turn our countries into your personal homes for your families, and your passing caravans
While our hopes for democracy cry out and drown
 
You are oligarchs
You foment war with your shenanigans
And coldly decimate the people you starve in ghettos
We want true hospitals
And not these death chambers without even a doctor, where we die
Without any saints
While you run off to the West to get treated
 
Dear Mr Presidents
Under slavery
Slave traders forced us onto boats, today we jump onto boats on our own
towards the unknown to flee the hell that you’ve created
To asphyxiate us
You’re only one with the people when you need to save you skin
Today even justice breaks down
 
When the West points their fingers at you
Then you dig up the pan-African rhetoric
You forget that you were the first sad originators
Of those double-edged blades that one day will fall on your heads
Because oppression can only engender revolt
Just as the so-called African-style democracy engenders only monsters
 
You denounce neo-colonialism !
But you sold Lumumba and Sankara, betrayed many!
And you boast of having liberated Mandela
He would roll over in his grave
Seeing the monsters that you’ve become just after two terms in power
 
Dear Mr Presidents
You claim to all be fighting
For Africa’s development
But you close the borders and prevent Africans from communicating
While you plunder Africa’s money
And hide it in Swiss bank accounts
 
While we eat poorly  
You encourage brain drains and capital flights
Skilled hands flee
The slave trade emptied the continent of its able minds and arms
And here you are continuing the work
For monkey money
 
You take the cash
And condemn the mother land to languish
But by tradition you are observed
Know that :
The anger of a mother is as great as that of the skies
Just as the fury of revolt
Does not spare the spades
That dig vaults for the continent
There will be no escape for all these governing grave-diggers
 
Open the borders
Enough of the African Union’s silence, we are breaking the muzzle
We want an African union of peoples
We want to taste peace, fully taste it
Otherwise the boat will collapse, heads will fall
And the Revolution will not be classic  
Never
Never again…

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