After years of lead. After
nepotism and abuse of power. After
fear and state terrorism. After
masquerades as an election Presidential and legislation.
After the puppet judges.
After the press muzzled or controlled. After
opposition imprisoned or forced into exile. After
martyred activists. After
rights trampled. After
forfeitures. After the mob
crétinisée and moronic. Came the
Bouazizi and flames
revolution and tragedies,
January 14 and our tears, and
around the executioner to lay down their arms.
After the blood of martyrs has watered our sacred land showing the way for our people towards a better tomorrow.
After this people betrayed by these intellectuals, these journalists and politicians has taken his courage in both hands and descended into the street dismiss its despot.
we are witnessing today the emergence of a new breed of good for nothing, I called: Activists of the eleventh hour!
Those who nothing but the eve of January 14, 2011 were still playing the game of hangman and were at least complicit by their silence if not by their propaganda machinations that we were the victims, are now throwing themselves in front of cameras to steal the spotlight from our people, and only true hero of this revolution that the world we envy.
"militants" who return their jackets at the last minute, there are so many ... and with ease.
These chameleons that change color to suit the environment shamelessly bearing fake a smile as bright as foolproof.
I do not want to quote them by name to one to one even if I am capable and I'm dying.
I dedicate this song to our great grand Chedly Hajji. The father
tuple that has managed to raise only with the help of person does not need these corrupt opportunists who want to hijack our revolution.
I would, as the strong word of this protest rep laugh in chorus by the protesters: "Get out!"
I am sure they will not be affected mine, but I put on this daily when they look in a mirror for them to rot the rest of their lives.
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