Paris
The streets are red
The wounds are deep
The world is now unable to sleep
Oh mother nature
I ask why.
Why today must so many die
Souls unknown, life stolen
Hearts broken, numbers increasing
Paris in mourning
Nations are talking.
Crowds gathering
Victims recalling
Families worrying
Graveyards filling
Parisians anticipating.
History unfolding
Fear generating
Armies planning
Politian’s assembling
Meetings are in progress.
Cities are raging
No ones believing
Signs are occurring
Wars are approaching
The end is at hand.
Humanity is fading
Pockets are profiting
No one’s noticing
The world is in mourning
Parisians are heartbroken.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2015
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