the poor man crippled
physically challenged
tries to keep pace
from the karmic miseries
no escape ,,caught between
time and space ..outliving
his battered dreams as always
life tells him surrender embrace
your fucked fate ..by gods grace
he continues with the chase
to my dear friend jean louis mazieres
his encouragement his love his praise
i am charlie says god ,, my freedom of speech
you or anyone will never be able too erase
your bullets your hate your evil will perish one day
vermin s you are vermin s you will always remain
a copy of charlie hebdoe ...splattered with bloodstain
