Said Chourar

Pauvre montre amazighe!


 

Elle est là  face à la préfecture
Trônant comme une vile ordure
A regarder ses bons enfants passer
 
La montre amazighe toute brisée
Fait de nous, ses fils, la belle risé
Et notre histoire est bien menacée
 
Tous les défenseurs de  nos valeurs
Ont  perdu de leur grand honneur
Comptant leurs fortunes amassées
 
Cette montre du grand boulevard
Qui attriste gravement nos regards
Nous interpelle sur notre passé
 
Elle se montre là toute misérable
Elle demeure bien notre semblable
Et  ses aiguilles de tourner ont  cessé
 
La montre amazighe nous interpelle
C’est notre symbole si bien éternel
Qui, de nos têtes, est  vite chassé

                                                                                                                                                     
    Chourar  Saïd

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 28.10.2011.

 

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