13 Novembre 2015

by Ron Martin-Dent

French Authorities Say The Death Toll In Paris Attacks Could Exceed 120“-NPR

Snow is falling in Paris
like ash
like debris;
The city dims its illustrious lights.

A mother cries in grief
in anger
in fear
for the loss of her son.
for the sins of her son.
They came here to escape
to start over
to heal.
How could the battle have followed them here?

A father cries in grief
in anger
in fear
for the loss of his daughter.
for the theft of his daughter.
She turned fifteen today,
and she wanted to celebrate
to have fun with her friends
at a café on la rue.
Who could have stolen his treasure away?

«Liberté. Egalité. Fraternité,»
dit Robespierre,
mais le pays est brisé
et a peur
et a triste

A priest kneels in grief
in prayer
in Our Lady
for the strength to go on.
for the words to pass on.
The faithful will turn
to him
for comfort.
Would God give him the language to mourn yet again?

An imam kneels in grief
in supplication
in prayer
for the lives that were lost.
for those men who were lost.
Seeds of hatred were planted
in their minds
in their hearts.
Will Allah give him courage to plant seeds of peace?

«La guerre de troi aura lieu,»
dit Cassandre,
une fois encore
et encore
et encore

Old hatreds run deep,
as do violence
and fear.
And the snow falls in Paris
like ash
like debris;
A pall lying over the city of lights.

Il n’y aura pas de la paix
avant que le monde réconcilie.

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