We miss them men.
This kind of men.
Who yesterday showed us the way.
Who yesterday showed us the right full way.
Words of Nelson.
Words of Mahatan.
Of pasteur King.
Words of Robert Nesta.
Universal message of peace for human rights.
Many many words but a little wisdom.
Many many fights buts so few for freedom.
We miss this time.
Which seems so far.
Where we could find hope in the fights.
Where the people could find hope in their fights.
Many many words but a little wisdom.
Many many fights but so few for freedom.
This is the time of confusion.
Where leaders promote division.
Nation against nation.
Neighbours against neighbours.
This is the time of illusions.
Consomation as foundation.
A whole population.
Sleeping in inaction.
No one to show a direction.
For the new generation.
We miss you sirs...
Writer(s): Nouredine Houchat, Bouabdelah Grib, Eric Monod, Isere Farges, Ivan Olivier, Christophe Baffert, Inca Michael D, Gloria Jean Christo Della, Carine Serre, Samuel Petit, Olivier Inebria
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