In the heart of Europe
where shadows cast long, Lies a tale of a nation, both proud and strong. France, with its legacy of grandeur and might, Now faces turmoil, in the day and the night.
Credit swaps soaring, markets in dismay, As whispers of change echo through the day. The National Front's rise, a signal, a sign, Of deeper troubles in the Gallic design.
Statism’s grasp, tight and profound, Choking the spirit, binding it to the ground. Government’s reach, vast and immense, Spending and taxing, without recompense.
Austerity, a ghost, never truly known, in a land where the state has overgrown. Public servants in legions, unions in power, Strikes and unrest, every passing hour.
High taxes, strict laws, businesses in flight, France’s brightest minds, seeking new light. A land of potential, of talent untold, Stifled by policies, rigid and old.
Economic stagnation, for decades it stays, The budget unbalanced, in countless ways. Discontent brewing, among young and old, as dreams of prosperity slowly grow cold.
Socialist ideals, grand in their claim, fail to deliver, bring nothing but shame. Redistribution's promise, a hollow facade, leaving behind a nation scarred.
Ghettos of despair, citizens in plight, A Gini coefficient, low yet not right. Discontent festers, insecurity grows, in a land where the status quo shows.
Immigration policies, missteps abound, alienating newcomers, deepening the wound. Law-abiding citizens, taxpayers too, Bear the brunt of a system askew.
The media's cry, of the far-right threat, Misses the mark, the real foe unmet. Statism’s chains, heavy and tight, hold back the nation, dimming its light.
France, with its spirit, its drive, its flair, Deserves a future, both just and fair. Entrepreneurs, innovators, ready to lead, Held back by a system, resistant to heed.
Yet hope remains, in hearts that strive, For a France reborn, vibrant and alive. To break the chains, to rise and to soar, A nation renewed, like never before. RC