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[silentjack]

“La Marseillaise” has been
bayoneted against my ear
for ten weeks now

this stodgy tune of liberty,
toujours, marching on and
on, unrelenting

the words scream freedom
and equality, the trumpet
blasts and drums pierce the
walls of an arsenal

you are a fortress I wish
to raid, to steal from,
to liberate from you,
to arm myself against you

I fortify my senses
and stand at your gate,
your walls lined with
other men,
ready to invade,
though having doubts
as I forget the verses

there will be a war,
whatever I decide