Friday ****** Friday
They cried for you, asked forgiveness
Noises sang, and woke people from their naps
Noises those who belong to explosion
people blinded by religion
But if such existed there would be no poor people asking for pennies
Paris, city of love
For Friday only created silence and pain
This silence that was off by sounds of machine guns
Beirut, a city that bombs interrupted
Baghdad, a city that god corrupted
Traitorous religions.