Marat

MARAT

 

Marat is the madness I want to become

Murderess, mistress and prodigal son

Ancien regimes will surely succumb

To savaging, ravaging riots that stun

 

We’ll singe and impinge on this audacious binge

Singing our song of satanic sin

With bullocks and bombast the richest will cringe

Ptolemy’s world will violently spin

 

The churches besmirch the face of Paris

With crosses like sores of the plague’s calumny

But priests soon deceased will struggle to flee

The reddest sea slays Pharisee

 

As communards barrage boulevards

With Malatovs you can’t disregard

The furies unsheathed you will not retard

And Notre Dame is forever scarred

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 1997

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