O mummy! They've robbed the Sacred Land.
They've shackled harshly mouth and hand.
They've even robbed the sighing smile,
And crashed our hopes, throwing them i' the Nile.
Mummy, I feel myself alone.
In front of death I hear your voice,
Soothing my fears, and blowing again
The happy winds of light and hopes.
But the wolves and vulpine pigs appear
To make our sweetly smiles disappear.
That dismal tears defeat our eyes,
Despair and sadness kindle our sighs.
By Mr. Zeggai Mimoun
Oujda 30/05/1992