Nd Fire
What did I do to deserve this?
Could someone out there not condone my purpose?
Maybe this nightmare is but a dream.
What a horror in a place so serene.
Oh why did this happen to me?
I am kind.
I am a sweet and holy sanctuary.
Where many prayed and got married.
All I’ve given was love.
Paris is home after all.
These burn marks are but little scars.
It was all an accident.
No one needs to be put behind bars.
I’ve been here since I’ve risen.
But today I fell.
I’m a part of heaven now spitting out bits of the underworld.
But how did this story begin?
Bring the water,Paris friends.
Behold the day of tragic.
Please let the whole world see the resilience I have.
And may they cry for me.
I’m still standing in the eyes of Virgin Mary.
Send evil’s hate away from the Lord’s gate.
I will bounce back and still house God’s promise.
It’s not your fault,I’ll always have forgiveness.
Copyright © Diarra Boatswain | Year Posted 2019
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