My Poem For Paris
Their violence, can only be condemned
Their fires, can never be extinguished
For their bullets, and detonations
Can never be undone
As living is not an option, for the lifeless
Their contemptuous acts against humanity
Cannot be denied
For the tears they have claimed, keep flowing
Promising no dryness, until peace prevails
And weapons, are lost
Reasons, bear no importance
Murder, can only be condoned by few
For bloodied portraits, agonize most
As often innocent souls, wishing to turn back time
Shadow the background of each
The growth of the cynic, only thrives
As compassion, evades his heart
His faith in mankind, is long lost
Though a cynic, I am not
My heart only throbs
As the city of love, is wounded by hate...
*Keshan*
Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2015
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