Friday night in Paris

Please help pray for Paris. I feel so helpless and sad tonight. I wish it wasn´t real.

Friday night in Budapest
Music echoing in a bar
A man and woman well dressed
Walking towards their car

Friday night in Paris
Sirens echoing in the street
Chaos rapidly embowering bliss
Ground shaking under running feet

Friday night in Oslo
Laughter and good wine
Tall candlesticks standing aglow
Faces losing track of time

Friday night in Paris
Laughter twisting into cries
Searching for those you miss
As black smoke fills the skies

Friday night in Berlin
Together watching a football game
Hoping that your team will win
Cheering with a poster of their name

Friday night in Paris
Blood on the big green field
Lying on the ground alive you wish
That it simply isn't real

Friday night in London
Going out with a friend
Hearing the ringing of big ben
Thinking of how much to spend

Friday night in Paris
Crowds shattered by gunshots and hate
On your knees filled with anguish
You loved, but now it is too late

Friday night in Rome
Midnight walks under the sky
Couples together, walking home
Others turning to say goodbye

Friday night in Paris
Hate took away the morning
No words can fix this
Or dry the tears of the mourning

Reviews

[Brokensoul]

The attacks were shameful and shocking. Still those tragic images brings anger and tears. Your words echo the sentiments of the what all civilised citizens all over the world feel. The rhyme is not playful way to make the verse sound rhythmic, there is sarcasm, pain and poetry all laced together. More power to you. Great work.

[boblakin]

My heart goes out to all those innocents who suffered. Trouble is, I've seen it all before and therefore pray for the world, not just Paris.

[Johanna]

I know.. I´ve thought about it too, but praying for paris dosen´t mean you don´t pray for the world or have sympathy for everyone affected by terrorism. For this poem I chose to wrote about the paris attack, thank you so much for reading it

[lydie]

This is a fabulous piece of poetry. I also feel bad for the Paris attacks, and I me and my family are praying that me and my big brother's uncle and cousins are okay, since they live in Paris. I like the way you organized the poem together, and the rhymes are good too!

[Johanna]

thank you lydie, all the best to your family, hope they are in saftey. Terror is horrible.

[B. Boileau]

Beautifully written piece. A testament to the extra large heart of the author.
bless you Johanna
bill

[Johanna]

Thank you Bill.. bless you too