Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)

Je Suis Paris (Translation) - Poem by Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)

As the madness
came to Europe
and showed his bloody,
bombs belt bearing
IS-face - innocent
people mowed
with Kalashnikovs
and hand grenades
to carry the war into the cities
order to even kill
with hundreds of dead.
Some cheer about on Twitter
others mourn their dead bodies
let you never enter Paradise
you are simply mass-murderer
and will die,
if you shoot us.
There is no grace
and no forgive
cowardly assassin you are
and will all die,
until cleared are
your lines!

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Floy Dy Ra, November 14,2015

Topic(s) of this poem: islamic, paradise, paris, terrorism

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015

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