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The incomprehensible 
The sun was just going behind the westerly ridge
it had been a hot day, and the sun appeared angry 
for a cosmic reason, and we don`t even know our
Mind and what influences it. A young man rents 
A truck drives down the boulevard on Bastille Day 
for a reason, we can only guess at as it has little to
do with Islam a faith he didn`t  strictly follow like
Most Muslims, a simple principle observed because it
is customary the way it is among Christians too.
An overheated brain little of education, reading
books how badly France had behaved in his land
once upon a time, an easy catch for those who
sow discontent for its own good. 
You can have gendarmes and soldiers on every 
street corner, bombs and helicopters scanning
dark windows with intense beams of light but you
 the cannot read people' mind or their feelings.
We can reduce this absurd killing of the innocent
by including the disfranchised into our life listens
to their grievances and respect views that are not
sprung from our culture. 
It is deep in the night now dogs bark something 
has desorbed their peace but soon they go back
to sleep till the sun rises in the east and a coup
is in the making.

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