Best Poems Written by Constant Nicolet

Guerre

France, fascinating place of beauty and grace overwhelmed by a master and fascist race
 with a dagger in one hand and the other, a mace
 all who do not succumb to the iron fist
 by life’s hand they shall be missed. 

France, now a place of shock and fate
twas this mean to be the countries state?
The allies come in green marching band
 ready to strike at the fascist hand
 to make with us a noble and honoured stand

Copyright © Constant Nicolet | Year Posted 2016