Here is an email received from resistance denouncement :
Farewell My mommy
Farewell my dear mother I'm dying
I am a child yet I am dying
I did not have enough French identity
Yet at the school where I was going
I was good in French
Farewell My Mummy I'm dying
I am a child I would not have run away
When peacekeepers chased us
They would catch me when I jumped
In vacuum for me escape
Weep not my mommy I'm going
Seems that here we can not collect
All the misery of the world and that without delay
To put France back to work
should I go
Do not cry my dear parents I will suffer more
I could be kidnapped or raped worse
You would have received at the Elysee
On our fate of France would have wept
But for them it is us pathetic story
If I was that I was probably fled guilty
Farewell my little 'mom I'll die
I hope my death will serve
And as soon hunting abroad
As All hunts will be outdated
Why the rich rob us and repel us
Yet everything is all
One day perhaps to repent
Later in schools with President
uninhibited children will read
The thought of a strange alien:
Farewell my dear mother I'm dying ...
Words and Music by Marc Havet
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