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a Nov 2015
city of love painted crimson but not
for the passion and hope but
for the blood staining the streets
in unworthy unbelonging abode.
and i'm sorry. there is a place inside
me that aches and screams and yearns
and apologises.
those who committed these acts of
****** are not muslims as they so
proudly call themselves, there is only
one word for this type of man and it is
murderer.
im so sorry
crackedheart Nov 2015
when will i get to see
a world no longer scared?
scared because it scares itself,
scared because of hatred.

why can't we change the world?
because we can't change ourselves
is it too hard to ask for love?
is it too hard to change?

how did all this happen in the blink of an eye?
how did the world suddenly collapse?
collapse in a way it seemed like it could never
ever be fixed again

where will this bring us?
to a place of peace or war?
where will we see ourselves?
as of now, nowhere *far
the series of horrifying events happening in the world scares me, please send your prayers out to the world
Agustin Fuentes Nov 2015
Streets painted with love
Now stained with blood
Allah, the all loving
Has taught nothing but kindness
His love hates the blood under your nails
His love is benevolent
His love is TERRORISM BECAUSE OF YOU
Any news is good news for satin
The Devil's name flashing across or television screens
"Islamic State claims attacks on Paris"
*******
You tarnish the name of peaceful worshippers
You ruined refugees chances at a better life
More lives will be lost at the hands of racists
BECAUSE OF YOU
This attack on the west has done nothing for Allah
But hurt his followers
And hurt their families  
Satin's satire stained the streets of love forever
I really hope this doesn't ruin the chances of refugees coming over from Syria and I hope racism isn't going to be a factor in the future. This really is tearing at me.
Franziska Nov 2015
I am not Paris,
I am humanity
begging to be restored.

I am not Paris,
the terrorist,
the mockery.
I am the part of it
that asks why.

I am not the destroyer
the killer, the monster with a gun.

I am the disappointed , the little voice of conscience,
That tells you to look in all corners of the world
and breathe reality.

Because if you too
weep
You are not Paris,
You are the many,
The past, the present, the future
That beg for humanity to be restored.
(C) Franziska Grech
13th November 2015
Lottie Nov 2015
This ****** world just got bloodier,
The streets of the romance city are painted red.
Islamic state, you owned up and sound
So pleased with yourself.
How dare you.
In the name of Allah, the all loving,
You just killed people,
You did it.
Allah, who may well be benevolent,
Has nothing to do
With the blood on your hands.
This world disgusts me.
KZ Nov 2015
•The world is soo damaged nowadays,
That people result into doing such bilious crimes likes this,
Like they never seize to miss,
But there are families involved,
And they think with a chain of things,
Everything is solved.
I say shame on you,
For being so stupid,
So idiotic,
So Nefarious.
In fact I pity you,
But how dare you,
Put any life at stake,
You live in this mindset which is 'fake',
For goodness sakes,
When will you realise and become awake,
You fools are living in a corrupted society,
And a fool Is what you are,
Because you couldn't even see that this,
Isn't a platform for you,
To do anything you want to do.
You disgust me,
and I hope you live with that guilt for eternity.•
//KZ.M
(My heart goes out to all families, everyone)
my heart goes out to y'all,
God bless you and be safe **
Can i ever imagine
a place of peace
a place of peace,
where nobody weeps
and live in fearless streets

Can i ever imagine
a place so silent
a place where, nobody cries
a place without lies
and a place where nobody dies

can i ever imagine
going to bed
with no worries
can i ever imagine
being in constant serenity

-Kaya

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