PARIS

PARIS
A city engulfed in blood
Tonight behold an evil flood
Of terrorist activity
Planned and administered wickedly

Repulsiveness and great clouds
Of woe
A disfigurement a haggard flow
Of evil struck down
One by one
The BATACLAN hostages were
Over run

This was TERRor
This was pain
Lamentation, a sick refrain
A sordid sickle scything through
The innocent
What could they do?
Villainous, ill shaped,no ghastlier death
Fighting hard to maintain
Their breath

At the hands of an insane few
Who exploded on the scene to do
The damning evilest darkest thing
To the wailing voice of the underling
Hostility an opposing force
With alienation at its source
Rancour, ill will, vile dissent
Craven spirited
Hope was spent

In mortal flight
In abject fear the fire of death
Spread over here
Souls gunned down
In manic ways
With a consternation
That displays

Total evil and hopelessness
Dark despair and desperate stress
Bless those souls
Taken tonight
Ill-omened, caught up
In the blight
The undignified and tastless stew
Slain by brigands overdue

Such uglification
Of pure SOUL
Hideosity out of control
Mutilation masked and grim
Shocking senseless limb from limb
Torn’a sunder such gravity
Of suffering to humanity

Fallen spirits iniquity
Amoral such obliquity
On my knees tonight, I cry
For all of those
Who were forced to die
Simple honest folk the spur
Cut down and stripped
Of who they were

On their knees
Their blood did leak
Out of them
And for all who seek
Redress in their own perilous climb
Will remember this
Till the end of time

A roguery of ill repute
A knavery of vile pursuit
Perverted degenerates on the prowl
Corrupt and baseless from some bowel
Of wretchedness
How they proclaim
Self seeking, Rotters of the flame

Racketeering faithlessness
A betrayal
And so treasonous

Contempt for the people around about
Contempt for the freedoms some now flout
Scornful of the way ahead
The indignity of lying dead
PARIS cries its heart out, and we
Believers cry incessantly