Photo: Sophie.P
If men were silent laugh to hear better
misery these children, who experienced the worst
If finally admitted their mistakes kill
repeating endlessly, a lost war.
They count their ancestors who fell on the fields of horror
and collect bits of things, petrified with terror
They recite by heart the story of their oldest
that of a father or sister, they have been convicted
But nothing deters them from tracing the path
and nothing persuades them to change their tomorrows
not even their children, with bombs rocked
that when they grow up, live circled graves
If men were silent for more yelling
high cliff, these women torn
If finally admitted their mistakes we USED BY
by listening ever, our hopes that burst
then maybe one day ...
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