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Warning!: Angry poem

Warning!: Angry poem

Paris, the new Delhi

Where goes my city?
Where goes my country?
What happened to romantic Paris?
Why does it have to smell like piss?

You may say that I am harsh, 
But all I saw there was trash.
The violence, the shit and lack of respect,
Batter my French heart and make me depressed.

I feel weak, I feel powerless,
But no, this is NOT my mess!

Where goes my city?
Where goes my country?
Since when did Paris
Become New Delhi?

A gipsy in front of Chanel,
A kid tries to steal my cell,
My lover gets spat at and aggressed on the train,
While I try to keep on hoping, in vain.

I am sad and angered
When facing such a cheap herd,
These are not my people,
Not even my neighbors,
They're just hijackers
Spreading their evil.

Where goes my city?
Where goes my country?
To shit, apparently!

-Chloé

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