Paris is the Tree That Masks the Forest

In France Paris is striking

Its people move so fast

They talk so fast

But they are blind to the world around them

Paris is the tree that masks the forest

They work

They eat and drink

But they are blind to the world around them

On the rivers and canals another world is emerging

The poor from other worlds have invaded

They live in squalor in paper huts

But the French are blind to the world around them

Paris is the tree that masks the forest

They ignore them as life passes

They do not see or hear them

Paris hides it secret like it does not exist

Paris is the tree that masks the forest

It appears history is destined to repeat itself

A new Hitler is on the march

And Paris sings with laughter

Paris, tomorrow is coming

Wake up from your beauty sleep.

All that you know is changing

 

You will not be the same tomorrow

So move fast oh great city of Paris

As Rome changed so will you

Paris is the tree that masks the forest

Leo McCloskey, Paris November 16, 2012