by Aidan Chivers
(With my apologies to A.R.)
France, in desperation, feels the angry hands
Of left and right: Nice and Hebdo stoke the flames
But Nature hates a vacuum. The baby Macron stands
And joins the fray, refreshing politics’ worn-out games.
A country in sleepless tumult continues to toss and turn
As Europe, fearful, looks on with helpless frown
Whilst Mélanchon’s fanatics choose politics to spurn
And Hamon, Fillon totter: the old France tumbles down.
He stands! And walks! And rises, on the move:
Macron, fresh-faced, god-like, takes his throne.
He speaks, triumphant, proud before the Louvre,
Whilst Le Pen’s supporters, dejected, quietly moan..
In an uncertain Europe, fractured, rough and harsh,
They echo Rimbaud: Assez ! voici la punition. – En marche !