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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. GrallPublished June 16, 2018

Filles du Saint-Esprit 15 bd. Sebastopol 35101 Rennes Cedex 2 France

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