
“Terror” by unknown artist from India
(Regarding the terrorist attack in Nice)
birds surrender their song
to madness of murder
angels arrive on waves
kneeling in heartbroken agony
“Terror” by unknown artist from India
(Regarding the terrorist attack in Nice)
birds surrender their song
to madness of murder
angels arrive on waves
kneeling in heartbroken agony
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
From decades back I know the man who coined the phrase, ‘It’s all gone horribly wrong’…were he alive today, he’d have an even worse take on current issues, of that I am sure.
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So much emotion expressed here… thank you for sharing. I can’t stand the constant violence. It’s sickening.
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it’s taking its toll on me, too
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I couldn’t believe it, Paul. Terrible!
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I felt the same on hearing the news
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In a world devoid of hope, the poet is God.
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beautifully expressed
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They surrender. They’re heartbroken. Again.
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me, too
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PAul, we are a Franco-American family and we travel to France every year to see our aging family. We run through the gamut of emotions each time this has happened. This time, though, we were both left speechless. I still don’t have any words…
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“By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down and wept;
On the willows there we hung up our harps . . .
How could we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?”
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in remembering zion, we place orselves there
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Outstanding, Paul.
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much appreciated
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Can we just press a reset button, and try again. I’m numb and devastated at the same time. Great work, Paul. Your poetry never ceases to amaze me.
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you are very kind – thank you dearly
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What an evocative piece
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thanks kindly
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Well-spoken thoughts needed today.
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appreciate that very much
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The heartbreaking is becoming all to common.
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indeed
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Your poem is a thing of beauty forged from inexpressible violence. Our world-gone-mad weighs on me terribly. Thanks for a measure of calm.
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it leaves one feeling so helpless
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