Painting Fédéric Biotteau, click here to visit his gallery
He screamed in silence immense suffering one damaged eye, a reflection of a soul worn.
He told without a word our "sweet France"
Childhood battered, broken and abused.
bent over his cradle, a fairy without conscience Had
from birth dared away.
He was stripped of his early recklessness, his fragile existence
started badly. This son
assistance evolved into wandering, then moved
Placed in foster homes. Uprooted
constantly, he was helpless
Deprived of the chance to feel pampered. High
without mercy, he did penance
Not yet offend he saw himself chastened
Suffering fits of rage and violence, mistrust
He learned before school.
All his tormentors home deserved the gallows yet
bodies had suspected nothing, the fool
Refiner, saving appearances,
They thought the grind without the alarm sounding.
This boy lived permanently profaned
In anguish and fear without being able to speak,
stifled by the horror of his own impotence,
This dumb traumatized knew qu'éperler.
He screamed in silence immense suffering
With a look damaged, reflection an exhausted soul.
He told without a word to our "sweet France"
Childhood battered, broken and abused.
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