It was a time when thirsty men shouted
Abuse to women from high rooftops
And towers of prestige.
Lyrics, always the same ;
Melody, always the same ;
And the message was farewell.
« Trash on the ground became God’s will »,
Teenagers blowing themselves up in open markets :
God’s will ;
Abducted girls in remote African countries :
God’s will.
The irony was that everyone
Waited for change,
Even God.
Image credit : Ayaan Hirsi Ali
Frédéric Benqué 