Treasure Island

Rita El Khoury

(02/10/1985 / Beirut)

J'Accuse Les Libanais


Vous célébrez aujourd’hui votre indépendance
Avec fierté, avec gaieté, avec assurance.
Mais moi, je vous adresse mes condoléances
Car vous ne pensez pas à votre ascendance,
Vous oubliez le pays témoin de votre enfance,
Car vous êtes insensibles à toutes ses endurances,
À ses cris d’aides, à ses demandes de défense,
Car il pleure et vous ne sentez pas sa souffrance,
Car il meurt et vous ne remarquez pas son absence,
Car vous êtes incapables de faire avec lui alliance,
Car vous êtes coupables et faites mine d’innocence.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Edited: Monday, March 05, 2012

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