Cute Mr Gallic Rooster,Go Back Home !
I dedicate it to the Anti- Colonial freedom fighters in Mali.
Just another war
Fighting insurgents in Mali
Call in the Air Force to throw loads of drones
on kids,tents,palm trees
Just an other war
an other cold machine
Leaving eternal scars,pain and hate.
Who gives birth to this war?
Is it the greed for power?
Is it Islam
that craves for more and more freedom?
Is it the I in you and me '
dreaming to be the crowning glory?
I am asking you Mr Cute Gallic Rooster
Who brings you here?
Is it the need of flexing muscles and
marketing the weapons for the likely broke French arms industries?
Or is it the devils that sits in your eyes
lighting like a forest fire?
Or just simply the longing to revive the old times?.
Dream on!Pigs might fly!
If you think you are still that powerful
Or that you can blast us into the outer space
Or bring us down to our knees and cry:Pity.
Wake up and smell coffee O' Mr Gallic Rooster
The Golden era when you plunder and pillage like a lion is
gone once and forever.
It's true we are bankrupt
But we are staying here as a thorn in your flesh
as a piece of glass in your throat
Get your feathers together asap
and hit the road back to your digs
The dust storm is coming ,for sure,
carrying the hot sand
millions tons of stinging,
blinding black dirt as a perpetual cloak of shame
Layer-by-layer,you will be buried so deep in the trash of history!