If you needed someone to talk to

If you’re lonely and needed company

Just stay away from the Internet

It’s nothing but a net

That only a fill will fall into

This is a piece of advice from a friend

Don’t trust anyone on the Internet

Or else, you’ll regret it in the end

Some children were kidnapped

Some were massacred without mercy

Hearing about that makes me shiver

So take my advice and never ever

Trust anyone online

You’ll think that it’s just fine

To show your secrets with someone you don’t know

Well, this is my answer

It could be today, or it could be tomorrow

A car will pull in front of your place

And before you know it

You’ll find yourself in a weird place

Surrounded by criminals and sorrows

So you, lazy bones, get off the chair

Turn off your laptop and comb your hair

And open your window so the sunshine

Enlightens your room and the way

To start your life again

Mohamed Amine Houidi 1 S 8 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011

I’m sorry dad

I’m sorry mom

For giving you

Such a hard time

Sorry I got out of the house

Sorry, I sneaked out like a mouse

I went to a party to celebrate

Then I came back home late

You shouted at me, you blamed me

And no one did contempt like me

I was blind, I couldn’t see

The most caring parents in front of me

You only did that to protect me

I was foolish so forgive me

Tonight, I want to apologize

I couldn’t actually realize

The size of damage I caused you

I broke your hearts and disappointed you

I even disappointed myself, too

I left the house Out of anger

But now, I can’t help biting my finger

I feel ashamed, I’m dead sorry

But believe me guys, you shouldn’t worry

Your son is back

And he’s gonna stop

Being a pain in the neck

Mohamed Amine Houidi 1 S 8 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * May 2011

Mum and dad 
Sorry for being mad 
Sorry for making you burst into tears 
Sorry for that moments of fears 
Sorry for waking you up at nights 
I felt your authority is more and more tight 
Sorry for the endless fights 
I loved drugs and I was head over heels 
I even forget my meals 
And I didn’t mind to steal 
Banks, cars and I even kill 
Without caring what they feel 
My crime was clear and obvious 
But I swear I was oblivious
I believe that my deeds are outrageous 
It isn’t my fault it’s my peers’
Because of their laugh and bad jeers 
While trying to give up they call me fool
Yet I’m sure that will understand very soon 
That drug aren’t soothing or cool
I promise to try to keep on my way 
Because I feel relieved day after day
I know that whatever I utter 
Will never ever really matter 
To translate what is in my heart 
Because you are always right.

Karima Mhiri 1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * May 2011

Mum and dad 
Sorry for being mad 
Sorry for making you burst into tears 
Sorry for that moments of fears 
Sorry for waking you up at nights 
I felt your authority is more and more tight 
Sorry for the endless fights 
I loved drugs and I was head over heels 
I even forget my meals 
And I didn’t mind to steal 
Banks, cars and I even kill 
Without caring what they feel 
My crime was clear and obvious 
But I swear I was oblivious
I believe that my deeds are outrageous 
It isn’t my fault it’s my peers’
Because of their laugh and bad jeers 
While trying to give up they call me fool
Yet I’m sure that will understand very soon 
That drug aren’t soothing or cool
I promise to try to keep on my way 
Because I feel relieved day after day
I know that whatever I utter 
Will never ever really matter 
To translate what is in my heart 
Because you are always right.

Karima Mhiri 1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * May 2011

Mamma never said don’t take drugs

Mamma never said beware of dogs

She just said eat meals with forks

Her meals were yucky

Drugs were yummy

The only thing she had done well

Is making my father his shirt would sell

They got married in the church in front of the father

And they promised to be nice to each other

But they got divorced

And to drugs I was forced

Cherish the days, cherish the love

Our love was on the wing

We had dreams

And songs to sing

Drugs were the only way

Drugs took me away

Drugs from a friend were a mail

And I was as little as a snail

Lies about drugs reached my ears

And from being neglected I had fears

From being rejected I had fears

I was left a shell

I finally fell

Cherish the days

Cherish the love

Our love was on the wing

We had dreams and songs to sing

Mummy and daddy and little bro

I remember our nice days with nostalgia

I know I’m a sinner

But I need your help to be a winner

Don’t leave me alone in this world

For the sake of God say a word

I am your kid, I am R’kid.

Oussema Belkacem * 1 S 11 * Sousse pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011 *

Dear mum,

I don't know what I should say

I don't know whether it's the right time to play, to pray or to run away

I don't know whether I'm doing is right or wrong

They've always told me that I'm strong

But now, I realize that I'm such a jerk, who chose to escape to somewhere he doesn't belong

I'm really lost in words

Can't find the right ones to express my wounds

Needless to say that I’m lost in a black point of sorrow

Needless to let you know that pain is my lovely shadow

But in the end, I just want to tell you

Sorry for being the main source of your pain

Sorry for making ail the only thing that runs in your vein

Sorry for letting you shed a tear

Sorry for making you live in a whole fear

Sorry for making you shout, and scream is all what we hear

I'm sorry ... So sorry dear

And I'm standing right here

Ready to wipe all the tears you cried

Ready to fight all your fears inside

Ready to give you my eyes and I stay blind

If satisfaction is what I’m going to find

I know it's so much that time cannot erase 

I know that these phrases are just a light haze

May be they cannot make the vice raze 

But I’m pretty sure that those wounds will never seem to heal

These simple words will never let you forget the pain you feel 

Coz it's just .... just too real ...

Emna Seddik 1 S 10 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * May 2011

Drug Lies

I become so afraid that I can’t take a single step

Whatever I do storm won’t stop

Plenty of soppy joys

Plenty of soggy lies

I become so afraid that I can’t stay

I search for an excuse again to say

Sinking deeply far away

I could believe that everything is okay

I could believe it as long as I can today

In front of those tears

In front of those hills

I stick a smile on my stingy face

And hide a drug in my “shandy” suitcase

Honesty has run out long ago

I wonder if it did really go

To the night of emptiness?

To the sea of loneliness?

I can see obviously its weakness.

Sarah Houas 1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School * April 2011 *

"Do I quarrel with my parents?!"

Do I quarrel with mum and dad?

This question makes me feel sad.

How dare I be this reckless!

With my loving parents, that's ruthless!

What our quarrel will be about?

Why shall we scream and shout?

When we believe that discussion is the solution

And it's the best way to make a real evolution

How can I quarrel with a great loving mother?

Or with a very understanding father?

They are my real best friend

They are my peaceful land

So why should I quarrel with them? (*2)

When they only deserve being grateful to them

But sometimes a misunderstanding might happen

And the respect and love between us won't be shaken

I owe my parents a bunch of flowers

And begging them for their forgiveness for hours

So talk to your mum and dad

Don't lose your temper by getting mad

And consider them as a friend

A friend you should never offend.

 

Oussama Ben Saidi 1S8 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * April 2011 *

I'm sorry mum

I'm sorry mum, I was easily influenced
I don't know how I was convinced
I shouted and screamed at you 
but I didn't want, never ever to hurt you
I was totally out of my mind
so thanks mum for being so kind
because even if I used to take drugs
you still receive me with your warm hugs
I'm sorry mum I wasn't mature 
I couldn't help it, I couldn't stand its lure 
I'm sorry because I didn't listen to your advice 
so that, I was trapped like mice
I was a victim of bad friends
I wasn't really in the right hands
even them were a victim
they were a victim of the victim's victim
I thought drug brings happiness
but it brings nothing but a total sickness
It made me rude and bad
and a short lack of it blows my head
I'm sorry mum, I'm deadly sorry
your kid is back now so don't worry
I'll be with you forever
'n I won't go through this disaster ever. 

Oussama Ben Saidi 1S8 * Sousse Pioneer School * April 2011 *

I was a normal teenager, with normal ambitions

I didn’t ask for more, I had great life visions

Then, some day, they destroyed my life

Even worse than killing me with a knife.

They tortured me slowly

And I was blind, absolutey…

Drugs took control

And I couldn’t help but fall

Everyday, I wonder it’s the last

But hopefully, I woke up fast

I realized that I should get out of that dust

I knew that mould be the price I had to pay…

To regain hope to live until a brighter day…

Inès Bouzaoueach 1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011 *