Edmund V. Strolis
This Talk Of Liberte - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
You find your way back from the edge
Your luck turns from joy to stark red
A bomb and a gun
You trust in others to shield you
Connect the dots
So when it all comes tumbling down
A public space
No softer place
The French soup in a cafe uneaten
Recipe for disaster
What comes after?
You mourn the victims gone forever
To live and play
What is the price for liberte?
Politicians so absurd.
Talk of universal values shared
Sick fanaticism spreads
Nonsense is said
Tenured professors breed dreamers
Spout deadly diversity
The unfiltered truth holds the key.
Fairy tales burn
When evil returns.
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