Thursday, 19 November 2015

For Helene

You will not have my hatred,
You will not have my fear.
You will not become my enemy,
Ma chérie, my dear.

I'll pursue you with love,
I will not make you suffer.
You are not an animal or demon,
But a son, you're a brother.

I'll be brave for the children,
I must teach them to be:
Lovers of peace,
Proclaimers of liberté.

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