PARIS
\nA city engulfed in blood
\nTonight behold an evil flood
\nOf terrorist activity
\nPlanned and administered wickedly<\/p>\n
Repulsiveness and great clouds
\nOf woe
\nA disfigurement a haggard flow
\nOf evil struck down
\nOne by one
\nThe BATACLAN hostages were
\nOver run<\/p>\n
This was TERRor
\nThis was pain
\nLamentation, a sick refrain
\nA sordid sickle scything through
\nThe innocent
\nWhat could they do?
\nVillainous, ill shaped,no ghastlier death
\nFighting hard to maintain
\nTheir breath<\/p>\n
At the hands of an insane few
\nWho exploded on the scene to do
\nThe damning evilest darkest thing
\nTo the wailing voice of the underling
\nHostility an opposing force
\nWith alienation at its source
\nRancour, ill will, vile dissent
\nCraven spirited
\nHope was spent<\/p>\n
In mortal flight
\nIn abject fear the fire of death
\nSpread over here
\nSouls gunned down
\nIn manic ways
\nWith a consternation
\nThat displays<\/p>\n
Total evil and hopelessness
\nDark despair and desperate stress
\nBless those souls
\nTaken tonight
\nIll-omened, caught up
\nIn the blight
\nThe undignified and tastless stew
\nSlain by brigands overdue<\/p>\n
Such uglification
\nOf pure SOUL
\nHideosity out of control
\nMutilation masked and grim
\nShocking senseless limb from limb
\nTorn’a sunder such gravity
\nOf suffering to humanity<\/p>\n
Fallen spirits iniquity
\nAmoral such obliquity
\nOn my knees tonight, I cry
\nFor all of those
\nWho were forced to die
\nSimple honest folk the spur
\nCut down and stripped
\nOf who they were<\/p>\n
On their knees
\nTheir blood did leak
\nOut of them
\nAnd for all who seek
\nRedress in their own perilous climb
\nWill remember this
\nTill the end of time<\/p>\n
A roguery of ill repute
\nA knavery of vile pursuit
\nPerverted degenerates on the prowl
\nCorrupt and baseless from some bowel
\nOf wretchedness
\nHow they proclaim
\nSelf seeking, Rotters of the flame<\/p>\n
Racketeering faithlessness
\nA betrayal
\nAnd so treasonous <\/p>\n
Contempt for the people around about
\nContempt for the freedoms some now flout
\nScornful of the way ahead
\nThe indignity of lying dead
\nPARIS cries its heart out, and we
\nBelievers cry incessantly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading