Lettre À La République

To all those racists with hypocritical tolerance
Who built their nation on blood
Now stand as moralizers
Plunderers of wealth, killers of Africans
Colonizers, torturers of Algerians
This colonial past is yours
It's you who chose to link your history to ours
Now you must take responsibility
The smell of blood haunts you even if you perfume yourself
We Arabs and Blacks
We're not here by chance
Everything has a beginning
You wished for immigration
Thanks to it, you gorged yourselves until indigestion
I believe France has never been charitable
Immigrants are just cheap labor
Keep your republican illusion to yourselves
Of sweet France violated by African immigration
Ask the Senegalese riflemen
And the Harkis
Who benefited from whom?
The republic is innocent only in your dreams
And you only have clean hands in your lies
We Arabs and Blacks
We're not here by chance
Everything has a beginning
But did you think that with time
Blacks would mutate and end up becoming white?
But human nature swept away your plans
We don't integrate in rejection
We don't integrate in French ghettos
Crammed, among immigrants, one must be sensible
How to point fingers at community withdrawal
That you initiated from the slums of Nanterre
Hypocritical arsonists
Your memory is selective
You didn't come in peace
Your history is aggressive
Here, we're better than there, we know it
Because decolonizing, for you, is destabilizing
And the more I observe history (white?)
The less I feel indebted
I know what it's like to be black since the school days
I don't want to thank you
Because deep down, what I have here, I've earned
I grew up in Orly in the French favelas
I flourished in the maquis
I've been at war since my childhood
Narco, trafficking, robberies, violence, crimes
What do my brothers do if not
Make money like in Clearstream
Who can teach them a lesson, you?
Abusers of social goods, embezzlers
Real thugs in suits
Hypocritical gangs
Do the French have the leaders they deserve
At the heart of debates, heartless debates
Always the same ones pointed at
In your France of resentments
In the midst of an economic crisis, a scapegoat is needed
And it's towards Muslims that all your blows are aimed
I'm not afraid to write it
France is Islamophobic
Moreover, no one hides anymore
In the xenophobic France
You treat us like nothing
On your public channels
And you expect us
To write 'Long live the Republic!'
My respect is violated in the so-called land of Human Rights
Hard to feel French
Without the Stockholm syndrome
Because I am black, Muslim, from the suburbs and proud
When you see me
You put a face to what the other France hates
It's the same hypocrites
Who talk to us about diversity
Who express their racism under the guise of secularism
Dream of a single French
With a single identity
Persist in discriminating
Against the same minorities
Facing the same voters
The same fears are stirred up
Communities are pitted against each other
To hide the precariousness
Don't be surprised
If it all ends up exploding tomorrow
How to love a country
That refuses to respect us
Far from transparent artists
I write this text like a mirror
Let France look at itself
If it wants to see itself
It will see the illusion it has of itself fly away
I'm not lacking affection
Understand that I no longer expect it to love me!