We must recognize
this is not our home,
yet, their home is ours as well.
We must realize
our world is inter-connected
their pain lays dead in our street,
We must remind
ourselves that our freedom
was just desecrated by the strong arm
of evil, it lurks, around us, anywhere it chooses.
We are asked
Charlie Hebdo is satire,
in violent terms their point is made,
yet we cannot laugh,
for those souls that lay dead on the tiles,
are us, are you, are me, are human beings.
Tonight, the sun has set on Paris,
people will not sleep,
people will worry, hold one another, walk in confusion.
Tonight across the globe,
we know again,
the pen wields a powerful angst,
we must also respect,
human lives could not ever deserve,
their legacy to be defined by a bullet.
Let’s pick up our pens and continue
to fight, to maim, to expose
Let’s mute that voice of evil
while we pray,
while we wrap our heads around,
the unnamed victims,
that tomorrow will be identified,
sisters, brothers, mother’s fathers, friends, cousins,
people, human beings with a passion for laughter,
with a desire only,
to suggest that life deserves laughter.
Let’s drown out evil,
with the memory of sweet humor.
© Thom Amundsen 2015