Pray For Paris

The Poem

Hey Hey it's Jane R6ae!

This is the poem that was supposed to be added onto the short note titled please (it's all lowercase, I know).

To note, usually my poetry doesn't rhyme fully, if at all. So rhyming may or mayn't occur. This was quickly written, on Friday & posted now.

Before the poem I wanted to express my appreciation: Thank you for your votes, comments, reads and follows. It means a lot to me.

Pray for Paris-Poem: Friday the 13th

One day of the week
Friday the thirteenth

People were watching,
Eating and shopping

In a little place
known as Paris

Friday the thirteenth
In 2015, a day in the year

Unforgotten by our peers
Hideous words filled our ears

Friday the thirteenth.
Friday the thirteenth.

Bad luck was handed
No missiles were landed

Shots were fired
People were tired

Of the screams that filled the streets
And the corpses laid in sheets

In a little place known as Paris
Things happened on the 13th

Absolutely terrible things
Innocence lost, too many to count

The innate evil expressed itself.
Sadness showed it's face.

Grieving took it's place
On Friday the 13th

On Friday the 13th
Please pray for Paris

Everyday
Please pray for humanity.

~JaneR6ae ~

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