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#hebdo
Can we call it freedom if it divides? Is it correct to ridicule revered name? Was that in defence of freedom? Or was that for easy money and fame? They went on with their provocations; And justified it with arguments lame. Numerous hearts were agonised. But few turned wild, difficult to tame. Extreme provocations and insults. In the name of ' Freedom of speech' Extreme response and harshest reply. To avenge the insult and to teach. When one's ' Freedom of Expression '; Gives one the ' Freedom to insult '. Hatred and dissension are promoted; And can lead to horrifying result.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Charlie Hebdo
The City of Lights liberty's burning flame black terror assailed to despoil her aims A lamp to the world illumes liberated pathways its Arc de Triomphe heart scarlet droplets stain the secular graces of enlightened ages defiled and condemned by fanatical excess civilizations clash social fabrics torn Muslims denigrated republicans mourn the death of tolerance spiraling spike of hate a fractured city the closure of gates dark shadows trundle down The Champs-Elysees the fraternity of brotherhood deeply wounded and frayed republican ideals will be surely tested Charlie Hebdo's critical voice sorely missed, forever rested Music Selection: La Marseillaise Oakland 1/7/15
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Parisian Shadows
Comes to pass my picture of the Middle East (one minute and twenty one seconds of television news,           much less than I had thought) is an inaccurate representation of people and the individuality of their experience. How does one measure the merit of I am offended? If all I know are snapshots, misdirecting the issue, changing path to digest murdered cartoonists killed with Allah in mind           (another misdirection) and I am not outraged. Sadness manifests as thick fog blocking artificial light, splitting the rays, opening up and flexing, the truth as is, the sole truth we must attain;           we are slow, dying creatures. Inborn freedoms dissolve. Did Salman Rushdie beg forgiveness for images of his head book-ending a spear, or did he die a little in secret? Suppose I am a rouser marching the streets of New York City, a gold pendant of two           falling towers adorning my chest-cave, Je Suis etched into my forehead (black felt-tip). Do you defend me? Relish in your torment of words? Will you bury the fire in your belly for sake of freedom?
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Honey, Painless (Dr. C & Charlie Hebdo)
Drop the sword you wished to ****** pick up the pen and let the words come out. Let them leap and dance as much as you can, even when spears press hard against your heart. “Who are you?” They ask in disbelief. “Why, of course.” You rise to your feet. “Je suis Charlie.”
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Je Suis Charlie
The killers deserve no name let's forget about them, let's not talk about them, any more, let's find them and forget about them. forget about them, they don't exist. ~ Let's remember the writers, the people with lives, with families, with beauty and grace and elegance in their minds that allowed them to speak freely, freedom, free-thinking ideals that helped us to laugh through the pain of our sick, evil society. ~ Let's remember Charlie Hebdo, their ability to help us to laugh at the ludicrous, ignorant pain of the human condition, did not deserve, to end with a bullet, a massacre, a cowardly outrage. Let's remember the writers, the human beings whose lives represent the fear, that we simply have to continue to ignore. In case you all forget, let's remember the real victims.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
In Case You All Forgot - Real Victims
We were tested today, is word allowed to speak in utterances, scream aloud our freedoms, our ability to breathe in energy evils presently seethe. Remember as a child when first we learned civic responsibilities, speech earned. Tomorrow, next week, again, we honor human lives. We must destroy dishonor. ‘War’ donned my Stop signs across the city we wanted to speak out loud our pity. In order to be heard we took a chance some laughed, calling it spoken elegance. 12 dead, more wounded, violent release the freedom of words, belittled, sweet peace
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Freedom of Speech 2015