January 2021 1 116 Report
Bonjour tout le monde, je voudrais votre avis sur un poème qui dénonce le terrorisme et si vous avec des idées ou quelque idée de modification a faire je vous remercie beaucoup.

Cher terroriste
La violence
est une arme de faiblesse
vous souhaitez posséder la monde
mais vous n'avais rien
Vous souhaitez nous priver de notre liberté
mais vous ne l'aurait point
ne vous croyez pas tout permis
vous etes incaliffiable
A coté de ses actes abominable
nous ne somme pas tombée dans vos pièges
nous n'avons pas commis cette fautes


1-Vous avez tort
2-De tuer
3-Sans pitié et sans remords
D'innocente personne
Vous avez tort
De volé la vie d'un être
De fournir un massacres atroces
Et laisser
derrier vous, une marre de sang
vous avez tort de bombardé
Pas de cadeau pas de pitié
Laissant mourir des êtres aimés



1- votre haine
2- nous donnera force
3- Nous ne sommes pas
4- lâche, ignoble, odieux, abominable
5- Vous ne serait jamais humain
6- En face de ses actes injustifiable
7- nous ne renoncerons jamais a notre liberté
8- Nous sommes
9- Tous unis en se serrant la main
10- Pour notre liberté
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