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On the streets of Paris
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November 2015 On the streets of Paris
Death,
stalked it's lovers......
While, hot lead flew.
And, deadly bombs blew.
Voices,
could be heard.
For
Only, the French, could .......sing.
On, it's blood drenched,
city pavements.
As their countrymen, lay dying.
They sang, with pride.
They sang, with contempt
They sang......The Marseillaise!
While terror reigned
As one
They spat, in face of fear!
Giajl © Jim Love
