Massacre at the Bataclan

Thank God It’s Friday! TGIF said French Facebookers

But, a weekend of rock show and fun

At the Bataclan Theatre

Good pyrotechnics and metal music

Gave away to massacre and groan!

As the Eagles of Death Metal

Oh, what an ominous name!

Hummed on their notes

And plucked their strings

Carnage unfolded and shoved!

Might the tragedy been averted

If the heavy metal band was named

The Pigeons of Love?

Superstition didn’t kill the innocent

Broken and misplaced ideology did

It was domestic retail terror and hate

Imported wholesale

From the ideological craze

Of the Islamic State.

As we cry for Paris today or Beirut yesterday

We save two drops of tears of sorrow

When a fence eats the crop,

It is vain to tether the cow;

Don’t know what happens elsewhere tomorrow!

You don’t think it will ever happen to you

Pray it will never happen again

It is hard to feel safe,

When your countrymen are enemy within!

Even as we light butter lamps

And change our profiles into French tint

Lets unite as humanity

Give peace a chance, many chances

Not let men of the likes of Salah, win!

We spend so much flying men to space

Sending pictures of lands and places

Perhaps that moolah be spent on

Inter-cultural and religious dialogues

So that your neighbour

Doesn’t aim his gun at you, oh Lord

Simply because you believe in a different god!