Terror in Paris
11.15.15
“What sweet words cast the dark insanity in those who kill?
That which binds inside a young mind of other’s greed?
How can anyone imagine the lives of the dead too soon?
Ah…Paris, you are riddled in bullets and death today,
Slowly weave back, bead by bead, nuggets of sun,
Grains of the past and the song of the present on the other side.
Ascend one raindrop at a time.
Mothers, sisters, brothers, friends,
I take your hand.”