I'm picking up my pen today
Like Boris Vian did
I hope a letter
when the noise under your windows
Are you hard of hearing
to ignore for so long
it's the people rumbling
taking over your boulevards
while the filthy beast
I'm not here for war
when injustice blooms
those who once
It's the nurse on duty
who can't count her tears anymore
every night when she looks at
the hospital that's dying
hanging from teachers' arms
who bleed in school
climbing on the step stool
If I dare these few lines
it's 'cause we're walking crooked
You don't run France
like you run a bank
Notice the ones sinking
taking turns throwing in the towel
And the laughter in heaps
when a factory packs up
when a dad hangs himself
Our lovely house is burning
for schemes and calculations
it's time we heal
you're gravely insulting
to the cradle of Enlightenment
of women breaking free
At the very top
I admit though
of millions of decent folks
your laws don't grasp
shut me up right now
you hardly have time
and frankly, neither do I
my heart's set on fighting