De l’histoire de l’Humanité                                                                                                                                    Berceau, ensanglanté, de la civilisation,                                                                                                          Je porte témoignages                                                                                                                                         ALEP me nomme.                                                                                                                                                   J’ai traversé les âges et les temps                                                                                                                       Et pleure sur celui présent.                                                                                                                             Mes ruines antiques, marques des outrages                                                                                                   Deviennent chaque jour, œuvre maudite,                                                                                                 Stigmates de la folie cupide des hommes,                                                                                            Champs de décombres et de gravats                                                                                                                    Chants de larmes et de sang,                                                                                                                        Cimetière à ciel ouvert.

Bachar el Assadsin, dictateur barbare,                                                                                                Courtisé, cautionné par les Grands                                                                                                                      D’un Monde aux visées impérialistes,                                                                                                             Au nom affiché d’une volonté de paix paix,                                                                                              Nains du cœur et de la conscience                                                                                                                      Pour image personnelle valoriser                                                                                                                     Et vils profits financiers tirer,                                                                                                                             A pu sereinement réprimer, tuer, torturer,                                                                                                    Son Peuple et fertiliser                                                                                                                                            Le terreau putride des Fous de Dieu.

Poursuivant leurs visées, démoniaques,                                                                                                        Complices et fourbes alliés,                                                                                                                                    Et autres malfaisants,                                                                                                                                          Ayant grande expérience,                                                                                                                                     Qui, seuls intérêts avaient liés,                                                                                                                           Après s’en être honteusement servi, servi,                                                                                                    Ont laissé trucider                                                                                                                                          Saddam Hussein, Kadhafi,                                                                                                                                     Sont accourus, de l’Orient et de l’Occident.                                                                                                    Oublieux de toute moralité,                                                                                                                                   Pour sauver son précaire pouvoir.

Alep, ville martyre, enfer sur Terre,                                                                                                         Anéantie par la folie meurtrière d’une secte, secte                                                                                       Et des armées de charognards belliqueux,                                                                                                         Portant les défroques de démocraties disparues,                                                                                             Responsables de la mortaveugle, venue du ciel,                                                                                         Des humains sacrifiés gisant, pêle-mêle mêle,                                                                                                   Sous leurs asiles qu’ils espéraient de paix, paix,                                                                                                Par ceux, portant le faux nez                                                                                                                                D’une diplomatie glacée, au cœur sec,                                                                                                                Sous le regard cupide des fossoyeurs du béton,                                                                                         Aux yeux de concupiscence, remplis,                                                                                                                  Perchés dans les squelettes noircis des arbres,                                                                                         Pour voir le chantier immense qui,                                                                                                                    Chaque jour, chaque nuit, grandit,                                                                                                                      Demain les attend.                                                                                                                                             Alep je suis et vais vers le néant.

ALEP… A l’aide! A l’aide!

Gérard Gautier décembre 2016