Paris 13/11/2015.

  Paris 13/11/2015.


Paris, City of light,
City of Love,
City of Elegance,
Soaked in the blood of the innocent
By the soldiers of unreason
Plying their trade in the night.

The destroyers of true beauty,
The haters of human liberty,
The purveyors of vicious tyranny,
The shock troops of the dark.
Fighting against enlightenment
On behalf of a cruel mythology
Not found in any ancient book.

I am not angry with the murderers,
I pity them, but loathe their deeds.
I weep for their mothers and fathers
Searching the mortuaries of Paris
For the remnants of their sons,
Searching for the heaps of torn flesh
Among the bodies of the murdered,
The innocents that they killed.

Paris, my second home,
Once more the shadows are spreading
Through your elegant streets,
Your tree lined boulevards.
Turn on the spotlights with full power
So that we do not lose our way,
Do not succumb to the dark.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
14th. November 2015.
For all my French friends, especially Grace, Sylvie and Siegfried.