We Are All Parisians Poem by alexander opicho

Condolences,
Commiserations with you
Dear and Lovely people of Paris,
Worthy and estimable sons of France,
We all curse these trial-some moments,
The black dibbler has bored a hole,
In the innocently garden of peace;
The beautiful and comely city of Paris,
Dear Europe, I sing this dirge with pain,
With the agony of loss in my heart,
I commit these elegy to the lives lost,
They are martyrs of virtue and peace
Killed for no other reason but intolerance,
To diversity in faith and otherness in race,
Or perhaps habit of deliberate unreason,
That brutally kills un-armed civilians,
Having no business with Islam nor Israel,
Sincerely these gun-men of Islam are not
Whatsoever, the song of a caged bird,
They only kill for fun, from Toulouse to Paris,
From Mombasa shooting Baby Osinya in the head,
To Nigeria's Boko-Haram raping young girls in dint,
Of blackmost sexual terrorism in the name of religion,
Ergo, their ullage is now purlicue narrow,
As time has come for humanity to stand up,
To fight the squab like fountain of terrorism,
To demystify the gun among the youths to shut out
Terrorism, a protégé of hypocrisy in Islam,
A pious tribute paid by vice to virtue,
By killing the peace loving Parisians,
A Cultural cradle of poetry, art and rhetoric,
As if killings at Charlie Hebdo never quenched,
Their stupid blood thirsty state of Islam,
They have condemned my noble soul to swear,
That I better die than to be cowed into Islam,
Because any religion that kills for intimidation,
Of the survivors into minion proselytes,
Contradicts the virtues of the times,
It better goes to the abyss of hell,
And ride on a mosquito's back therein,
To leave man and humanity alone in peace,
Lo! The global doomsday in Paris Massacre
Loudly Echoes the words of Kennedy in my heart;
Ich ein bin Berliner and we too say; Nous Son Parisiane,
We are all Parisians.