Painting by Claude Monet
In memory of the tragic loss of life on July 14, 2016 Bastille day in Nice, France.
Bastille Many years ago They stormed the Bastille Two hundred and one lost their lives The tennis court oath however survived Jacques had his heart with the masses Necker could not be dismissed so easily The storming of the Bastille was to be The birth of a nation for all men free And free men they were Running naked through the streets What they lacked in cake The made up with in red wine The Republique was born A democracy in infancy Would grow through trials and tribulations To become a multicultural great nation Lone angry men filled with such hate I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate Of medieval prisons long ago It is there, you I shall throw You kill in the name of a God A God you do not know Love has escaped from your very soul Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart The ghosts of Bastille are mocking The coward who is filled with such animosity There never shall be an escape The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you A criminal with no compassion You have only given us our determination To battle for the peace of this great nation You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine Naked through the streets we shall always dance!
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