Angry and distressed I joined the <br />French Foreign Legion, fell into step, <br />marched into the desert to the tune <br />of ‘En Chantant’ under a killer sun <br />in a bright blue sky <br /> <br />The World rang to rhythm-locked <br />feet obliterating thought and feeling, <br />emptying minds; lips stiff in grim <br />determination, heads bent swaying <br />to the disciplined beat <br /> <br />All emotion drained, sweat pouring <br />down faces, the fêted battalion of <br />Legionnaires defeating the desert, <br />turning up the volume with each <br />stamped out repetition of song <br /> <br />en chantant - en poursuivant <br />nos idées noirs…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-02-23-id-es-noirs-rev/
