Paris Poem by JJ Evendon

Paris



Jihadi John cavalcade of doom
tracked by drone
an Isis hardened murderer
invincible?

Boom.

His blood reddens the desert soil.

At the Stade de France the game was underway
France V Germany cheered by 80,000 fans.
It's Friday 13th, who would be the loser?
Who would be the winner?
Only the superstitious flounder
for two suicide bombers it will be both.
21.20 they cry "Allahu akbar" (God is great) .

Boom. Boom.

Noise reverberates across the stadium.
Blood splattered on walls like graffiti.

Moments later,
terroristsfire at restaurants.
Their cries "Allahu akbar" (God is great) .
drowned by the noise of their lethal weapons.

Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat

Indiscriminate killings
over 20 lie dead
Blood splattered on tables and chairs.

Eagles of Death Metal
performing on stage.
Three terrorists storm the Bataclan
With cries of "Allahu akbar" (God is great)
they fire their machine guns
this is music to their ears.

Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat

89 people lie dead.
Blood splattered on floor and walls
Allah ma-yit"
God is dead

Monday, January 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: terrorism
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