French intermezzo: FIRST FEARSOME FEW

First fearsome few
A vision of the Pompidou
Blasted out of sight.
Reminds of days when Adolf
Thought to have seen the light.
When insecurity gains power,
What will be our fate?
In the end it will surely kill itself,
But won’t it be too late?
Won’t its actions meet the streets
Just as it wipes them clean;
Won’t these actions clear the memory
Of the beauty that we’ve seen?
I fear the worst…