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Country in mourning
Red eyes still burning
Sad souls slowly drowning
In an ocean so overwhelming
Exhausted faces unusually frowning
Will there ever be a new morning ?
Clear message to those at the top
Beware, “fok” let go, “yezzi” stop
Masquerading as merchants with no prop
The politics stink and constantly flop
Running scared to hide behind the curtain
Will they knock on the door ? future uncertain
What will they accuse us with ? Heavy burden
Raise your voice, you’ll be put away and forgotten
That’s what happened to citizen Abbou
Facing a judge in a court of kangaroo !
The scene was utterly half circus half zoo
Criticizing the authority is nowadays taboo
All in shackles and beaten-up, warning to you too
But he will survive and forever be the true hero
Country in mourning
Will there ever be a new morning ?
It’s disconcerting because lately no one is safe
Walk at your own risk in the alley which is rife
Brigades making the rounds arresting the innocent and brave
The general and his entourage dreaming of the schemes they crave
Better to keep quiet, work, eat and sleep stated Chirac
Why speak out, the house is fine and the walls won’t crack
Be happy if you have a career, if not take a walk in the park
Tell that to your Frenchmen and they’ll put out in the dark
There was ample talk of some Information week
Sponsored and paid for by the master geek
Perfect scam to cover-up for the ill-treatment of the weak
Deceptive, contemptuous, boastful but very bleak
Country in mourning
Will there ever be a new morning ?
Total ploy of disinformation orchestrated by a narcissist
If invited you will rub shoulders with the fascist
Not to mention the brutal killer who is a racist
Thus denies an entire nation the right to exist
Lectures about democracy, he is a rascal this militarist
Can you allow this farce and then claim to be pacifist ?
What really happened to the freedom of expression ?
Don’t we have the right to oppose all forms of oppression ?
United we can and shall resist the threats of aggression
Denounce the scandalous consequences of corruption Dreadful situation, stranded or going in different directions
It is chaos, tyranny and madness with serious impression
Time to spread the word around
For a shake-up on a new ground
Enough treachery and misery abound
Come together for the finality, firm and sound
Country in mourning
Will there ever be a new morning ? |