The Roundabout Starts In Paris Poem by Arno Le Roux

The Roundabout Starts In Paris



The Roundabout Starts In Paris

It's with humor and ink on soil of the Franks
Too speedy the tickets replaced all by tanks
Sad is the sound of the roundabout song
That played louder this week but not for long

It called dead horses now saddled up strong
Will everyone ticketed please come along
Start to the finish now a season long ride
In places where flashes are part of the tide

Paris was after all maybe not a great choice
And spectators draw nearer the show to rejoice
Momentum increases my G_d how they run
Carry your mask as for winners there's none

It is only wood horses but riding a cause
To take riders to freedom for the applause
Sleepers awake winged ones by the gate
Waiting for whispers rides faster to make

Arno Le Roux 2015

Sunday, January 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: tolerance
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Tolerance - Paris Attack January 2015
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