NICE

                                                                       Matin d’un lendemain d’horreur

                                                                       rouge sang la ville de Nice

                                                                       rouge d’un cri de fanatique

                                                                       rouge du couteau du malheur

                                                                       quel dieu invoque un assassin

                                                                       à quel démon des sacrifices

                                                                       divinité usurpatrice

                                                                       que l’on repaît de sang humain

                                                                       être l’athée de ce dieu-là

                                                                       de la déité d’artifice

                                                                       dont on crie le nom pour l’office

                                                                       de l’immonde bestialité

                                                                       mais à toi que l’on mit en croix

                                                                       toi sans bile toi sans colère

                                                                       à toi les bouquets des prières

                                                                       à tes pieds tous les désarrois.

                                                                                                   Luc Schweitzer

                                                                                                  Tous droits réservés - 2020