Beloved Paris



O Paris, how thy sorrow wounds my heart!
Homer did speak of love and hate,
as being attested to thy name in myth,
but woe am I, to witness such parallels in life,
where hordes have gathered to bring
vile terror upon thy beloved shores;
as did pass in ancient tales,
they come to rob you of true beauty –
spurred on by a warped sense of justice,
chosen to mask their true intent!

O Paris, let not vengeful voices deceive you
with their weighted rage to tarnish thy gallant heart.
Thy honour is worth more than
what now transpires in thy name.
If thy suffering must inspire others to rise in rage,
direct them to fall upon only those that didst wrong you
and to strike forth in a most discriminate way and spare the innocent,
so as to retain thy righteous place as a pillar of equality and justice
and in this way, allow grace to fall on thy noble brow
once the dust of war has settled.

8 thoughts on “Beloved Paris

    • Thanks! Just seems like everyone is jumping onto the bombing band wagon…from my understanding they tend to get dropped in the wrong places once in a while. Not the most discriminate of weaponry…the tolerance for collateral damage seems to be growing by the day! 😦

      • I think the danger is that war suddenly becomes detached…just a political game. The horrors are hidden and all we are fed is propaganda;
        empty gestures to appease current opinions, without care for the innocent bystanders.When the UK was attacked by the IRA, it didn’t lead to mass bombing of Northern Ireland! Rightly so! Unfortunately, in this current climate, retribution is easier to sell than compassion! Yes, as much as I despise terrorism, it is saddening to see this human tragedy unfold!

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