Saturday 14 November 2015

Lamentations












Lamentations

The Eagle of Death were to play,
And then death came upon this way;
Dead faces staring, eyes open wide,
Gunshots and nowhere left to hide;
Death comes in violence to destroy:
Madmen let loose, kill girl and boy;
And into the concert hall, they came,
To shoot anyone, to kill and maime;
Firing blindly on the crowd, panic
As shots let loose, wild and manic;
Blood everywhere, cries of the hurt:
Paris State of Emergency, red alert;
And shots fired from a passing car,
Across the road, and into a bar;
People hiding under tables, cries
As others hit. Then moaning sighs
Of those gasping, with dying breath,
And blood everywhere, and death;
The dead wrapped up in body bags:
Names written on the plastic tags;
Those who caused this evil time,
Acted without any reason or rhyme,
Save in their belief in certain right,
When they came along to fight;
Absolute truths: the road to hell,
By bloody murder, bullet shell;
Think not of them, such evil men
Who rise up every now and then;
Rather remember those who die:
Lamentation, those who cried
At loss of loved ones, shed a tear,
And offer up a mournful prayer;
Place flowers, white flowers and red,
To mourn those places of the dead;
Tell of each name, hopes and dreams:
Laments of sorrow flow like streams.

No comments: