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Dec 2024
In lands where Sahel winds do blow,
A tale of nations starts to grow.
France, with history deep and vast,
to  colonise and invade.
Seeks conflict where future-dreams are frequently cast.

And for power,
not peace,
but to dim hope in the greenish Sahel. To northern lands where they incubate troubles,
France extends a hand anew.

For if Tchiani’s words are right,
and accusations had belong, Then France’s steps in desert sands,
are guided by more trouble plans.

To aid in the fight against northern inhabitant grip,
destabilise ships that frequently slip. In partnership,
not to unite,
but to stand firm and side by side.

For in the heart of Africa,
where dreams and fears frequently clash,
France can never light the path to a brighter,
more peaceful,
and hopeful day.

Safana
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Safana  27/M
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