In the winding folds of old capital
Musical street was not that magical
Paris!, I'm trying to reach evil tower
To gift it the one lovely precious flower
Then ask about the capital of romance
And a lost part of the soul's inheritance
Where the fear used to turn to enchantment
Away of the wars and the city's encampment
Should I remember you from the movies
Backwards you were the heaven for ladies
Now you're obeying the evil's fatal moods
While crying and taking too many ludes
Full bitter sadness in the frowning faces
Begging god for mercy in unholy places
While they busy looking for a small living
And not very satisfied with what is given
The payments can't even pay the rents
While Pushing their lives in brutal intents
Independence festival became for protest
From north to south and the east to west
Burning tires covers the sun in rising mist
Then cops forgot that human rights exist
They run over the children and the old
Was that the orders that you was told
What kind of ages we are reaching
A mom arrested and a child searching
Lost between the smoke and yellow vests
And the flying rocks targeting cops chests
Broken stores and a public brutal mess
While everyone thinks he is right, I guess!

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.