In France, a vote was cast with great flair,
To abolish low-emission zones, a measure so rare.
Critics said they hit the poor the hardest, you see,
A tax on the less wealthy, a burden to be.
Macron's party joined the right and far right too,
To scrap the zones, a decision they'd pursue.
98-51, the vote was a landslide, it's true,
A victory for some, but a loss for the few.
Alexandre Jardin, a writer with a cause so grand,
Led a movement called Les #Gueux, a protest in hand.
He said ecology's turned into a sport for the rich and bold,
Leaving the poor behind, with a story to be told.
The low-emission zones began in 2019, a start so bright,
In 15 cities, a ban on old cars, a sight to excite.
But as the years went by, the zones spread far and wide,
A restriction on cars, a burden to abide.
Paris and Lyon, the most polluted, with restrictions so tight,
A ban on old cars, a challenge to ignite.
Montpellier and Grenoble, also felt the pinch and pain,
A lightning rod for opponents, a controversy to obtain.
Marine Le Pen condemned the zones as "no-rights zones" so bold,
A social bomb, a warning, a story to be told.
Laurent Wauquiez, a leader, spoke of freedom and right,
A stifling ecology, a burden to fight.
The government tried to water down the restrictions so fine,
But the amendment was defeated, a decision so divine.
Agnès Pannier-Runacher, a minister so kind,
Spoke of air pollution, a danger so unkind.
The Greens and Socialists voted to maintain the zones so bright,
A decision so right, a choice for the night.
Anne Souyris, a senator, spoke of lives so dear,
A killing of the zones, a danger so clear.
The abolition's expected to go through the Senate so high,
But still needs approval, a decision to apply.
The Constitutional Council, a final say so grand,
A decision so final, a fate to withstand.