Victory,

It arrived with a bang,

And so clearly that all could see.

And when the other soldiers tried to pull Habib out of the heather.

A shower of pitchforks and hoes came to mow them down.

Fools are those who thought they could do anything,

They arrived to arrest them and now they're finished.

Aren't the roles reversed?

Here are the forces of order,

Defenceless.

And the poor people,

With the strength to twist them.

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The hungry jackals are hungry.

And the big wolf turns round at last,

Realising that the trap is closing in on him.

And the king is stepped on.

Phew.

The sound of a pitchfork

Piercing flesh like a lethal blade

Evaporating blood,

They spread in the air these beautiful petals.

Wide-eyed,

Why are they so surprised,

They whose job it is to take life;

Did they never say to themselves:

That one day they will be the ones to be buried?

And the bodies fall.

This desert will be their grave.

Where insects feed on carcasses.

Where flesh becomes putrid.

The city encompasses Habib.

An insatiable miracle.

MarcheRoi had rebelled.

First black flag raised.

A strategy must be adopted.

The conquest has only just begun.