The Thing About Love, A Poetic Book of Poems

Peace For Paris

In the cold, dark night

They strike.

Not for a god

But for glory.

We are blood and blood.

We are bone and bone.

With hate against hate.

Blaming God for our mistakes.

Whether he be Ala or God.

He hangs his head and cries

Such senseless deaths.

For nothing.

Now war on the world.

War on the women and children.

Why not war on the hate.

Stop the senseless loss.

Give the widowed some peace.

Pray even if you don't believe.

Hold my hand and we'll cry together.

Not fight together.

Then we'll smile and be brave.

They will not win.

They will not take our spirit.

We stand together blood and blood

We stand together bone and bone

Peace for Paris.