Bastille Day

I stroll through the streets,
The date reading the fourteenth of July.
Beggars looking for treats,
As I look upon the ruins of our fortress ruly.

The colours of blue, red and white,
The tricolore,
All tainted by the fight,
What a horrific occurence.

I see the women mourn,
The children do trance
Until the dawn of the morn,
Do defile the pure black orb over France.

Ninety-eight of the men,
All stormed in the city of Paris,
Spewing blood over the amen
Of our grand pére, le Dieu.

I look down upon what once was my home.
Down upon the citizens of La France.
As they do in the streets stride,
Carrying the flag with flaming pride.

Blue, red and white,
They will remember la quatorze julliet.