Tragedy In France
A concert hall was filled to capacity,
with revelers unaware of the atrocity,
they were about to face.
Evil dressed in black, intent to kill,
aimed their weapons with precise skill,
and fired into that place.
A favored cafe on a Paris street,
where friends, loved ones oft would meet,
drinking their cafe au lait.
Assassins came and took their position,
to kill and terrorize their intention,
on that tragic day.
Chaos ran rampant in Paris, France,
as ISIS took its murderous stance,
against humanity.
Many were wounded and many died,
and all the world was horrified,
at such insanity.
Anger rises alongside mourning.
Retaliation swift, without warning,
the French fight back.
The world must stand up to these thugs,
destroy them, squash them just like bugs.
We can't be slack.
We mourn with France for those who died,
and we will stand close by her side,
until we win,
this war against cruelty and hate.
Annihilation will not be our fate.
We won't give in.
11/24/15
For Debbie Guzzi's Rime Couee-tail-rhyme
contest for France
Tied for 3rd place
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