Bullets as witnesses
Par YANNICK GUILLET, publié le vendredi 9 mai 2025 23:27 - Mis à jour le vendredi 9 mai 2025 23:56
When men are filled with raw madness,
What do we do ? We cannot
When our lives trapped are powerless,
Between two lines, we are all done.
A valley of death is on my sight,
No god to pray, no soul to b e appeased,
And though, we, poor martyrs do not want to fight,
The ballet of shells is yet to be ceased.
Are we all made of filth ? Even on fronts away
Do we need to die for names we cannot say
And while some go to death to make one pr oud, dear
To end and to kill is why we are all here.
Tangi & Erwan
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