Dear Tunisia

the land of blue and white

of antique doors and muffled roars

of the azure blue of the sky

and the sea that meet on the horizon

with false storms or fake snores..

the land of colors and spices

of tumults and strikes

of illusion and confusion

of the red and white of the people who died

and those who still fight the treason..

would it not suffice

to love you as you are

to get you back to reason?