O My Dear France!

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Just yesterday I expressed my happiness that the #UEFAEuro2016 came and left the scene without a bomb blast, only to wake up this morning to the news of an attack that same yesterday. Staying off the internet, having no time for the television, being busy with something far too urgent - all made me not to get the news when it first hit the world yesterday. A 31-year-old Tunisian-born French man had driven a truck into a crowd of peaceful people who had gathered to watch the Bastille Day fireworks display over the seafront. Little did they know it was their last, or, to some, the beginning of their sorrow. One man stole the day, living many death and many injured. He was neither mad nor blind, neither drunk nor in accidental killing spree; he intentionally did this.

How long shall we continue to kill people who breathe just the way we do; people who eat, laugh and smile, sleep and wake up; people who have wishes for tomorrow and plans for their generations; people who feel pain and have blood running through their veins just like everyone of us? Just how long shall we keep deriving joy from seeing people cry over what they never deserved? Little children, old people, women - perhaps pregnant women - all saw their end in a very painful way on Thursday 14th July, 2016. They had plans for today Friday. They wished to become something great in life, someday. They hoped to walk the earth and enjoy their poor rights as humans. Some might have been homeless and poor, disabled and wanderers; some might have been visitors, people who were never French citizens. These were all brutalised in Nice, France, on Thursday night.

You drove into a mist of absolutely innocent people, knocking them down and driving over them, bursting their heads and breaking their bones; tearing their flash apart and leaving some half alive (or should I say half dead?) to feel the pains in the very worst form. Dear driver, what did any of these victims do to you? Just mention one sin they committed against you - just one! Did you just take pleasure in that? How did you even become that cruel and devilish? At birth the world celebrated the arrival of a child, only for you to group and hate people who stood by to welcome you into this earth. How did it all start!!

France has seen deaths of all sorts, major and minor, in a space of 18 months. I am not from France, but I feel her plight. I feel her tears. I imagine if France were human like everyone reading this now, she would sob and suffocate in her cries. What has she done? I'm not a literature guru, but I would rather make mistake expressing my heart and the thoughts of those who wish to stand with you, France:

So I thought I had a trance

Woke up in haste and there lay my France

weeping and wailing, but to the enemy t'was a dance  

Their joy they make from the strength of their lance

O my France with you I stand

One day not too long they will see you mightily stand

Stronger and mightier, I know, your arms shall greatly span

Their dance will soon be to the tune of your glorious band

Sweet mother, my France, with you I stand

Take heart, o those who lost their own

Our little children we never live to see them grown

In celebrations and in weeping you're sure not alone 

Even in the land of death, dear France, with you they stand

Cry no more, sweetheart, your light is come

Day after day plan these evil ones who wish to see you glum

Before the very eyes of the wicked declare I your only chum

I am with you and forever, my France, with you I stand

Nous allons toujours prier pour vous, et un jour tout cela sera fini!