Four feet tall, bold to the core

Bones peaking, olive drab he wore

His limbs weary. feet they are sore

Undaunted he stands

Here to do what he was recruited for

His life, Our war !

Numerous like him, numerous to mourn

he is a soldier made and not born

robbed of the youth that jewels adorned

By day; audacious, night’s forlorn

Choices not offered, decisions forgone !

March soldier , Duty calls

Decision is in ones hand, hands stall

But believe you me, hands will still

Killed, he has, kill , he will

Outside calm , inside he screams

Ashes to Ashes , Dust to Dust

Soldier I am, therefore I must !


Now black like his soul, the memories

Purple; the skin, the body

Red likes the way they treat him

Yellow; the way he burns !



But later a day will come

he will be done and puts down the gun

The darkness, it will talk

The shadows, they will stalk

The fear, mock !

But smile

Smile because at last he can soar !


—– Written by : ME



A moment of silence …

I am still in that moment.

I have goosebumps on my arms.

I am sad, I am confused , I am afraid , I feel hatred, I feel sympathy , I AM OVERWHELMED !





Is this all a game ? Is life game to them ?

Is murdering just a sport now ?

General view of the scene with rescue service personnel working near covered bodies outside a restaurant following shooting incidents in Paris, France, November 13, 2015.   REUTERS/Philippe Wojazer


I was going through the motions unmindful of the events happening around me .

I reached home and got the news of Paris Attack and just had to sit down.

More than 100 killed.

The big headline said , 87 of which occurred at the BATACLAN THEATRE,

a massacre !

‘Paris Bleeds‘ another one said.


I don’t know what to say. I am sorry just seems too small.

I am going to just sit down for another moment and arrange my thoughts because it is too hard.

It is hard to except that the people who are responsible are human like us.

Scratch that, they are not humans !


Most crimes have a story behind them.

What I don’t get is why the other people have to pay !

Violence is not the solution.

Violence is never a solution .

One attacks results in too many memories. Even one life is precious .


I pray to God, if there is one above ,  let Paris survive this tragedy.

The world mourns Paris But stay strong ,

we are one , we are together !



PLEASE live and let live !

Their life is not yours to take.