For France
Oh, it was a dark November evening,
that the innocent lay dead and dying,
some taken hostage.
Enjoying the evening so unaware,
of brain-washed terrorist who had no care,
for deathly carnage.
Forever in prayers and memory,
at Bataclan shooters had no mercy,
even at cafe's.
Suicide bombers at the Stade de France,
the city of Paris is in a trance,
and survivors pray.
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November 23, 2015
Rime Couee - Tail Rhyme
For the contest, Rime Couee- Tail Rhyme Verse - For France,
Sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
Fourth Place
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