Paris is burning

"Paris is burning", you say
But it's a long time coming
"How could that be", you cry
And you talk, and you talk

Paris is burning, you fear
And you hear the yellow wasp coming at you
Angry stings buzzing in your backyard
So you fan the flames for a smoke screen

Paris is burning, you learn
The Spear has fallen in a burst of flashing flames
And amidst the ashes you see
The gilded hand that never help for free

Paris is burning, you show
For the world focus on its stones, is a news' inferno
Of a type which could end wars
But thoughts and prayers for those outside the eye

Paris is always burning, you have to know
And it's never for those who ask
Those will be fought, and if fire is not enough
We shall mount the convex blade again