Friday
For peace in Paris and not in Paris...
On Friday, 13th of November,
I feel the cold, trasparent grin,
Of something deadly.
As I wake up, I don’t pressume,
Predict or wait,
For anything, I don’t expect it.
And noone else did as they woke,
In Paris on that peaceful day.
They woke in peace, in serenity.
You live in places where you expect,
To be protected, by the goverment,
The people around you.
But then you realise, that everything,
Is relative, that some have no fear,
Some don’t see it as you do.
They have belief, belief that what they do,
Is right. But limit has to be enforced,
Where others are involved
Where innocence is disrupted,
And taken. There has to be limit.
For everyone to live on.
I don't expect this, in fact,
I think of me and what I feel that friday,
But then it strikes and it's ineviteble and late.
I see the news late at night,
And I brush it off, there’s no importance,
But in the morning it becomes clear.
So many people lost lifes, lost family,
Lost friends, everything,
For noones sake or meaning.
Everyone mourns and cries,
In the rest of the world too,
But none of us are them and feel that.
What happened has no sense,
But sense is not what we need,
We need realisation of threat.
And as long as people loose lifes,
Threat is there, in Paris,
In london, In Moscow.
Everywhere in fact.
So we need support,
The deaths, We need to remember,
But we need to move and learn.
We can’t follow fear, or faith,
Or even hope, we must follow safety,
And love. We need to follow love.
So give love to Paris, to everywhere,
Become what you're needed to be,
Become what you want to be.
And love.
(2015)
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