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Nov 2015
Are they all going to slay us in their hateful blood?
Are we all going to bend a knee to their threat?
I hear that the borders of my beloved country
Are being closed to avoid more of this lethal salvo
Dearly beloved Liberty! Scorn faces Man and Man is unstoppable!
Should it be one’s duty, should we pass a law that forces people to love the other?

Tonight, in November 2015, my thoughts go to those
Who will dare fighting back under the lethal threats of these down-and-outs
Tonight, in November 2015, my thoughts go to those
Who, tired out, cry out with their eyes the tears of farewell…


Lyon, 0:30 am, November 14, 2015- translation
Appoline Romanens
Written by
Appoline Romanens  24/F/Nancy, France
(24/F/Nancy, France)   
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