Blood In Paris Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Blood In Paris
Alas! The city of love and fine arts,
the city of romantic lovely hearts,
where in the bosom is a pink rose flower,
the amazing and enchanting Eiffel Tower,
the blue perfume of Evening in Paris,
the winds feel proud on dancing in Paris
where art promotes love, peace and romance,
where one is free to sing and dance,
where couples forget all their fears,
where coral smiles can wipe the tears,
wherever I look I see beauty-abundance,
smiling colors and dancing fragrance,
that inspire the brush, that inspire the pen,
who are the extremists, are they men?
What's their faith, do they believe in ethics,
No, they're satanic tools, in fact,
I can only condemn, that's how I react!
We need to do a DNA of their brain mapping to understand what goes in and how they react to it....Nice poem on the sensitive topic...Liked it Janab 10
No, they're satanic tools, in fact, I can only condemn, that's how I react! .......true feeling I have too.
Your writing has an unmatched peaceful quality dear friend. I truly appreciate the sincere and artistic effort for a worthy cause. Peace to you.
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No, they're satanic tools, in fact, I can only condemn, that's how I react! I have the same thoughts and I respect your moral indignation over the brutal act!