What’s the point of living

If you didn’t have someone by your side?

What’s the point of trying

If you’d still be terrified?

What’s the point of hoping

If hope didn’t stop you from losing your mind?

What’s the point of trusting

If everybody around you lied?

What’s the point of writing

If indifference would be all that you find

Had you been more careful

You would’ve seen how pride

Has made of you a big blind!

Had you been more grateful

You wouldn’t have denied

All the blessing God has to provide

If you want to be useful

Just swallow your pride

You’ll see how life would be such a nice ride

(Emna Seddik-Chiraz Mathlouthi *1 S 10 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011)

Dear Country (Part II)

Lying in my bed

I breathe during these long nights

Lying in my bed

I think about our honorable fights

Lying  in my bed

I swallow the tears

Coming out of my fears

out of my pride 

to be part of these fights…

For over 20 years

our people suffered from those beasts

Damn it.. 

they yelled out of misery

burned while begging for their dignity

But hey people

Let’s breathe,

Let’s just open our lungs and peacefully breathe

The scent of freedom

It’s coming from underneath

Underneath the burning souls

Underneath the core of your bones

I see your halo my sweet home

I can feel your warmth over my cheek bone

You can cry over my sensitive shoulder

I promise it will be your safest shelter

Now you can go to sleep

I will put you to bed

I promise you can sleep tonight

Cuz I’ll be hiding you inside

Whatever I have to do

I swear I will make it up to you

I’ll sing the lullaby for you

I will chase the monsters of the night for you

I’ll carry the stars so high just for you

I will catch the pages of your glory and read them

I will make sure that everybody get to see them

Hallelujah !

It’s high time for democracy

Hallelujah!

It’s high time for integrity

Hallelujah

It’s your time dear country...

Arwa Rekik 4 Maths 2 * Jan 2011 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia *

Dear Country (Part I)

Dear country, I’m talking to you

Cuz I  know you have the dignity

When your ‘owners’ don’t …

                               

I’m talking to you

So let’s beg for mercy

Cuz your owners won’t …

Let’s face the bullets

Let’s call your Name

Maybe the word of ‘freedom’

Won’t be said in vain

I can hear you screaming

I can feel the venom in your vein

I can see  you burning

I can see them tearing the tissue of your skin

Dear country

Give me your bleeding hand 

And step ahead

Together we will embrace the will

That we push ourselves forward

Dear country

I will give you a place to breathe

In my arms

I’ll hold you to breathe

In my heart

I’ll carry you so that you can breathe

I will cover you in my blood

I will cover you with my soul

Forever and never

Cuz I just wanna see you grow

As a shining flower between the burning rocks

Just, follow your inner course

Freedom is your inner right

And without it we can't survive

But we will resist, we will fight

Monsters of the darkness

Lords of the rings

Show us some fairness

Give up your rings

Cuz rings means Justice

It means JUSTICE

So please give up your rings

Arwa Rekik * January 2011 * 4 Maths 2 * 

The Alien... Mr Ex President

Mr Ex President

I’m horrified

Mr Ex President

I’m afraid to tell that I’m terrified

Have you ever seen a door crying?

Have you ever seen the moon crying?

Have you ever felt so scared

That you couldn’t move a toe?

Have you ever felt so deeply scared

That you couldn’t move a tiny lil  toe?

I just can’t find the words

to  decribe your majesty

No suitable words

to describe your honesty

So,

Let’s open  the Book

And read it all one sentence at a time

Let’s try to justify for once

your apartheid

‘No harm meant, they set me up’ would be your  best excuses

Seriously Man! you left us with plenty of bruises

Can’t you see?

I’m tired of all your lies

Corruption and all your lines

Can’t you see?

You will only regret what you triggred in me

I will call for justice

Even when the night falls in around me

I will call for justice

When I’m buried and no one else can find me

Justice, is your fate

Justice will be celebrated when you will be executed with your mate

Mr Ex President

It’s time for you to confess

 You’ve got to give all what you possess

Ask for forgivness

Open the Book

It’s time for you to feel ashamed

Open all the holy book

It’s time for you to feel so ashamed.

Arwa Rekik 4 Maths 2 * 19/01/2011 * Sousse Pioneer School * Tunisia * 

Neighbours

Some neighbours are from hell.

Their behaviour destroys the brain’s cell.

Because of them, even your clothes you would sell.

But my neighbor is always there for me.

I consider him my problems’ key.

We hang out and drink tea.

Without stop we chat as a bee.

We jog and walk for miles.

On my mouth he draws smiles.

He has surely an important role.

He helps me reach my goal.

He really has a pure soul.

My neighbor is my best friend.

With him there is no end.

Amal Ghenim * 1 S 8 * March 9^th, 2011 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA 

I want to be free
And to fly like a bee
From flower to another
In the garden every hour
I want to save my life
From ZABA and his wife
And to kick them from Tunisia
Even to Malaysia
I don't care about them
Even if they go to hell
After twenty three years
You can find millions of tears
Some ones think that we are sad
But really we are so glad
We restore our dignity and our respect
And we have a wonderful destiny to protect
Today we are building a new future
With using technology and computer

Slim Bouaskar 1 S 11 * April 2011 * Sousse Pioneer School * Tunisia

I won’t forget you…

Every time when I dream

I see you there

Sitting on a chair

I like your style

And your beautiful smile

I hear your voice

Making some noise

I feel so sad

When I find you mad

But when I wake up in the morning

I’m possessed by fear

Because you are not here

It seems so dark

When I don’t find you in our park

I cry and cry

And I would die

To have the ability to fly

And to join you in the sky

And, finally, when I pass by the cemetery

I remember the man called Dave

Who put you in your grave

I can’t forget that day

When no one had anything to say

Birds and flowers weren’t dead

But my heart was instead

I will never forget you

The guarding angel I saw in you

Slim Bouaskar 1 S 11 * March 2011 * Sousse Pioneer School * Tunisia *