Chapter 146 like a firecracker

Like the firecrackers of the New Year outside the window, the news of Lumumba's murder, followed by a loud noise, sprinkled thousands of sparks, and flew into the sky; The raging waves of the storm flooded the world. The heroic Lumumba, with his head held high, his sweaty glowing chest, and his firm belief in the future of the motherland, sacrificed his young and strong body under the vicious bullets of the imperialists in the deep and dark forest. From this broad and glowing chest, a torrential rain of blood spewed out, drenching the soil of the Congo Revolution, and the red light of this rain of blood illuminated the hearts of the entire African people:

Throw away the fantasy!Unite!Bite your teeth as white as steel knives, raise your fists as black and red as a copper hammer, punch out cruel and hypocritical prisons, and join the army of justice and peace all over the world to merge into a torrent! For the unstained dignity of the motherland, for the people's right to live, for writing Africa's own glorious history under the pure sun, rise up!Drive the old and new colonialists, mercenaries, and agents out of Africa like a storm! Lumumba is immortal!Long live the Congo!Long live Africa! (This article was originally published in the second issue of "Poetry Magazine" on March 10, 1961.) 116 The Complete Works of Bing Xin