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The climber of the XVIII district
Poem in relation to a current event from May 26th, 2018. In the XVIII district of Paris, when a young Malian climbed with bare hands the front of a building untill he reached the fourth storey to save the life of a child who was suspened in the void.
Climb, climb, little Malian
The passerbys hold their breath
But you up there, you don't know nothing:
You only see a child who suffers.
Jump, jump young Malian
From balcony to balcony,
so nimble With the only help of your hands
With your feet, without fear, no doubt.
Climb, climb bold Malian
Relying only on your courage
Go, quickly from storey to storey,
Live in the moment, think of nothing.
Fly, fly, Malian friend
Like a great guardian angel
Suspended between heaven and earth
Fly to the rescue of your neighbour.
Save, save, Malian angel
The child hanging in the air
Then with the help of the neighbour
You will be able to return him to his father.
Raise us, poor humans
All with you, the ex illegal immigrant
Yesterday still, you were nothing
More than a Hero, you are my brother.
Sister A. Grall - Published June 16, 2018