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A Poem for Bastille Day

After dismissal and after reject

The people had enough

They feared for themselves

They ran

They stormed

The Bastille Saint-Antoine

They kept it going

And going until dawn

There was fire,

Smoke.

Gunfire and chokes.

Many lives lost but one thing remains,

The celebration of peace

On Bastille Day.

 

Hank W Moody ©

 

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