The life the death

The life the death




The life the death,

Has no importance,

For the one who condemns her(it),

The banished hatred his(her) blood brother,

And nevertheless he(it) is so low(weak) to the man,

They the witnesses(batons) of the life.



The life the death,

I was next(went alongside) to the indifference,

On the road of the life,

On the road of the death,

They hoped my death,

They the witnesses(batons) of the life.



The life the death,

Has no soul,

To the one who wants to be in the first row(rank),

To see it dying would be the bravest of witnesses(batons),

To suffer in front of God would be the gravest pain,

They the witnesses(batons) of the life.



The life the death,

I write my history(story),

I write your history(story),

That of the life,

That of the death,

That of the cross that I carry(wear).



The life the death,

Yours mine,

Together on the same roads,

We crossed the same body,

In the stomach of the fate of a father,

That of the man the one that we also condemned.



NICOLLE Edmond on 5.03.11