THE HERO : A poem dedicated to Chokri Belaïd

I will carry my soul in my hand

And throw it in the valleys of death

It’s either a life that makes a friend happy

Or a death that makes an enemy angry

The noble man’s soul has two goals

To die or to achieve its dreams

When I speak, all the world listen

And my voice echoes among people

I see my death, but I rush to it

This is a death of a man… a real man… a great man

And whoever desires an honorable death

Then this is it

How am I patient with spiteful ?

And patient with all this pain ?

Is it because of fear ?

While life has no value to me !

I will throw my heart at my enemies’ faces

And my heart is iron and fire !

I will protect my land with edge of the sword

So my people will know that I’am the hero