Standing with France

As I sit at the airport watching the rain,

I almost feel as the drops are God’s tears and His pain,

These are just my thoughts of the latest events,

What I feel, and what I lament,

I can’t even imagine, My heart is grieving for you and your Nation,

For a moment that should have been full of elation

Turned to sadness and death,

As people sadly, unexpectedly took their last breath,

I can’t even imagine waking up one day,

Thinking of such excitement, ready to watch the band play,

Sitting in the concert hall, with a full crowd,

With the music being played unbelievably loud,

When a man runs in, yelling, shooting all around,

And people start running, hitting the ground,

Blood all over, People Screaming,

 People must have wondered if they were dreaming,

I can’t even imagine the pain you are feeling,

I know that the entire world is reeling,

What do you tell a child now missing their  dad or their mom,

How do you tell them their loved one is gone?

How do you tell them their family was taken,

How do you tell them their Country is shaken?

The value of human life should be an important thing,

So, when your passion in life convinces you to bring

The death and infliction,

The pain, yet you have no conviction

You sure don’t make anyone want to join your cause,

You have done nothing, certainly not getting my applause,

In fact, in your cowardly death, you’re in for a surprise,

For God gets the last word, and you’ll get your demise,