Swiftly they took over
As the victims fell,
This was to be a fun night,
But became a living hell.
The hall was crowded
With the spirited and young,
They were launching out in life,
Their time had just begun.
It was to be a good night
As the rock band played,
Merciless gunmen invaded,
The young, they were slain.
There's no excuse for the massacre,
No matter who they are,
Innocent and young people
Who came from wide and far.
Such loss is so very painful
On loved ones as they grieve,
The sorrow forever lingers
For lives never again retrieved.
This is really such a sad ink on the Paris massacre. We are with families and friends of people who lost their lives. Nice.
Wonderful poem drafted and shared with amazing view of death. Interesting sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear Mai, if you wish, you can post your poem ''The Music Stopped'' on this web-site, also. Your poem will be published in our ebook ''POETRY AGAINST TERROR'', but being it a free ebook (when published at Smashwords) , there is no problem with posting it here. Cheers