How small can a country be,
A country eaten by verse and envy,
When one seeks to be French
Without being neither against nor in favor
Of the rectilinear world of strength and virtue.
If one can be water without being against fire,
One longs for everything lost, and
One will hope for everything autonomous
In this age of whatever.
But this is the story of a million citizens
Pricking their fingers with a single vote,
This is the story of violence wearing
An old mask.
Image credit : Dave Pollot. Title credit to Existential Comics