Circumstance of France

Circumstance of France Circumflex Global indifference Uncaring bastards For words and letters Grammar and poetic letters Stealing our roots, our tools Our hats Our very being Taking us for fools We shall overcome this injustice As Rafael Padilla rose above his chains So shall we restore our dignity I fear if we left the kitchen You'd steal our onions too Have you no soul? Do you know how cold the winter with no hat? You say you are the Académie française Yet you protect not the black letters on a page Oh Chocolat! Oh Shame! You care not for the revolution long ago Nor do you care for the heart of Moliere I of all I am shocked To be calling the language police What comfort can you give a word with no hat to wear? Have you no compassion, do you not care? All my life I have dreaded that hat Now that I have conquered my fear You wish to behead the very essence of French Have you no shame? You wish to circumcise the grammar Shorten the learning, make bad spelling no ones blame I stand tall, atop the Eiffel tower I shall protest you, flexing my circumference Making you see the errors of your intolerance To murder such a small hat Of history You only create misery As I open yet another Bordeaux The Circus died yet there is one clown left Notes: This poem is about the removal of the ^ from certain letters in the French language, this was decided in 1990 but only has become “news” now. However like all great ideas I did intertwine others, if you care to guess, and the point of the poem is not to make a point but rather to stir a social discussion on the issues of today.