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RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 8

STANZA VII

The warning first comes from the job’s admin head:
“The Secret Service will persecute you to death!”
Then they drum the son hammer and tongs on head
After mounting terror to cut short his breath:
“We’ll slaughter your dad just as your mom we spurn
Do as we say or you too will on spit turn!
Breathe not a word of this or hell you will pay!”
Of course the son his brain maimed mums what they say,
Just as his mother drugged raped blackmailed by State
Does what she always covert did without pay.
Seek not asylum where Rights scarce pullulate!

ENVOI

Now the stakes hinge on what the father might say
E’en childhood friends turn up to act in French play
Each act in this drama unfolds roles through fate
Aesthetic distance wrote original play.
Seek not asylum where Rights scarce pullulate!

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

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