Mayhem and slaughter on a Paris street,
Men are stunned, women weep,
At the horror unfolding before their eyes,
The shouts, the screams, the desperate cries,
Unable to fathom the whatfors and whys
Of each killing whereby an innocent dies.
The barbaric acts of these terrorist men
Will never suppress the power of the pen.
People are gathering in the Place de Bastille
Determined to show the abhorrence they feel
And banners are waving all over Paree
In defiance declaring: “Je suis Charlie”,
While a lone violinist repeatedly plays
The stirring strains of “La Marseillaise”.