Le Quatorze Juillet



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,


Gunfire and chokes.

Many lives lost but one thing remains,

The celebration of peace

On Bastille Day.


Hank W Moody ©


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