Bastille Day Part Deux

I’m not hiding anymore No self left to answer for A wax doll splayed on all fours Light the wick and start to pour Dug through garbage For these words Under every rocket glare Melted mothers children swear Vengeance in the public square Guillotines for billionaires Merci à ces Bâtards de Français Living in a powder keg Incarnations of burnt children Waving in acerbic wind Guess we should have fed them Gorge yourself on Tree bark and hay Thank enterprise for This sponsored day Everything we Could ever need Distorted beyond Recognition There’s no hiding anymore No cause left to surrender for Life left to rot on the floor Light the fuse