In a country of great islands,
Where often are seen many hands
Happily walking when showing sadness,
And where people couldn't build strong business ;
An old man expressed its last breath
Before hopping into light death.
Coming from the border, he helped his teams
To lift and shine, to turned drought into steams.
He melted concerns from sorrow,
He lead his country at first row.
Then he got to know the weight of power
With weak finances he could just cower.
Some large crowds have been loving him ;
He now has been disappeared with no vim.
New generation has to transform glower into flowers
Old generations should be ready to undergo showers ;
It is now time for loving souls to recollect lost islands
To rebuild a fast and strong Nation from underneaths and sands.
Algeria has thousands and thousands lifes to live,
Ze could turn over a new leaf if beeing creative.