paris friday 13

Paris knocks

The sound of explosions

The rising smoke

The screaming of the injured

The party of sound

It turned into carnage

The body parts scattered

The crying of lost souls

The red lines on the floor

People run scattered directions

The loud explosions and bullets fly

Butchered by the Islamic militants

Taxis drive the injured away

Ambulances arrive to give medical aids

The tears will not stop so easily

Paris rocks badly on Friday 13

Isis claims it is its work

Hiding in masks and religion

It isn't God's work but Satan

Writing words of fear and division

The countries leaders will stand united

The hunt of Isis members must be high

The evil must be put away for good

They shouldn't be allowed to breathe

Now the modern Crusade must begin

The issue of challenge has begun

Will Europe and the rest of the world band together?

Get rid of Isis and its ilks for good on the face of this world?

It is a sad day

We have to learn our lessons quickly

Before our morning turns into darkness

And we don't see the light of rays and hope