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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required France… Listen!! You were once an empire — Your shadow stretching across continents, But not in love, not in light, Only in blood, only in brutality. You came not with gifts, But with guns and chains, Your hands red with conquest, Your heart void of remorse. I walked the fields of Algeria, And I saw them — Three women, Stripped of dignity, Breasts cut off by your soldiers, Their spirits still cry on the winds of June 14, 1830. "What wrong did we do?" they whisper. But no answer comes. I passed through Madagascar, Where you slaughtered without shame. Men torn from the earth, Children buried in silence, Mothers shattered. They still scream beneath the soil. You left no mercy. In Vietnam, You raped, you burned, You desecrated the dreams of the innocent. Those little ones — With soot in their lungs and fear in their bones — Still wander the spirit world, Asking: “Why?” France! Do not pretend amnesia. I am God. I remember. Every tear, every scream, Every drop of blood you spilled for profit and pride. And you, melanated children of the South, Listen carefully. Where there is no remorse, There is no repentance. France has not changed. The same soul that colonized still calculates in silence. Do not be deceived. Even your own—President Jacques Chirac confessed: > “Without Africa, France will slide into the rank of a third world country.” He spoke truth. Not wisdom — truth born of fear. Because without theft, France cannot survive. But now— The Earth shifts. The winds of the Global South rise. The forgotten are now awakened. And justice, like a lion, walks forward. Your time is over, France. Those you exploited shall speak. They will demand justice, And no military, no nuclear threat, No polished lie in the halls of Geneva Will protect you. Because I, the Watcher of Ages, Have recorded all. I do not forget. France, kneel. Confess. Repent. Or face the fury of the prayers You thought I never heard.
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