To France , to your son's and daughters

France, Beloved to those who believe in brotherhood and freedom ,

Words mourn,
and i cannot talk of peace.

Silences have never been so heavier
Even the leaves on the trees won't move.

This pain
heavy as the wars that has been lived by every country
When the dead pile up like logs in winter
That fire alone can make them dance.

Human history has been so often written thus

How much of 'us' has been burnt into ashes. and how little has been left..

The same words the others read to implore to god

Transforms everything into hatred
Programmed to kill anything, and Anyone.

Books
no matter they say how sacred they are..... Kills God
When they kill humanity.

You cannot talk about the myth and Phoenixes to those whose children have fallen
For they know only very few  rise again from such a sorrow

The rest of the world might forget what they will remember
to the last days of their lives....
How ' a moment ' frozen
can freeze the rest of your life

This is 14 July 2016, south of France

France, i feel what you feel
what every soldier parading the Champs de Mars will feel
under the bouncing of their feet.