Korriganed
ELVES
A people of elves
A degenerate people
A genocidal people
Drowned in red wine
Drowned in French
pom-pom
And in the political
slogans
A people resembling
Elves
Playfully amusing
themselves
In the abandoned
heath
Dancing among the
megaliths
To the sound of the
toads
To the mysterious
music
Of the wind and the
sea
The lament of the
streams
The rustling of the
woods
And the enchantment
of the Harp
And the bagpipe of
the night-Festivals
Elves crouch in
their hole
As soon as the
Masters roar
As soon as the
Frenchman's roosters crow
A defeated people,
drowned
Like the City of Ys
in the ocean 11
Some complain in the
dark night
About their lost
Liberties
While dancing like
Elves
On the dried ground
of the warren
And kneel every
morning
Before the
French-God.
Do back-breaking
work,
During the day,
during the week,
For the Country that
sucks them...
Ah! People
disintegrated
Turned to elves!
What miracle will be
needed
To awaken you?
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11 A legendary city submerged in the sea due to the wickedness of its
people.
