This time its Paris.

This is not the first attack on humans,
it’s not the first time the humans have attacked me.
This is yet another attack on the mankind,
on the kind of man that I am,
and the thoughts that i carry in my mind.
But is this attack really on me?
Or is it on the being that I may be.
May be this attack is on that part of me,
that is intolerant to a false alchemy. 
What is false to me is true to them.
Their brains are washed,
and they just know how to blame. 
They have lost their heart in the run of “right”,
They see no wrong and they see no light.
No appetite for love, 
No appetite for care.
They surely have lost their soul to a greater dismay. 
But this dismay cannot be a reason to kill.
This intolerance is from those unkind being,
that are blindfolded with the dust of talisman,  
and are hidden in the costume of Halloween.
They are high on revenge,
They are drunk in hatred.
Their Satan is sacred, 
And their destiny is avenge.   
I am sure it was better in the Stone Age,
when all that one cared for was food and nothing else. 
How can I feel content?
When my fellow planeteer is being shot dead. 
I fell guilty to see firecrackers in the sky, 
When my fellow earthmen are bursting out in loud cry. 
No prayer will help me, 
No prayer will heal me.
It has dawned upon us today, 
the seed that we have sown yesterday.
No clown can fool me,
No place can cool me.
I will try and survive, 
With the little that I have.
But without a kill,
Despite the inner shrill.