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
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