Doom's Day In Paris
Paris, the city of romance,
Coerced by the ruthless advance,
The attacks, planned to kill,
By the minds of filthy wills.
The intentions to fill terror,
In the hearts of love-bearers,
An act of terrorism and attacks,
Set all in pursuit of their tracks.
The bombings in Stade de France,
Three bombs and fear enhanced,
Then mass shootings in central Paris,
Four more bombs, increased debris.
The Batacian Theater, now the target,
The deadliest attack, just fright and fret,
129 innocents dead, many injured and yet,
They didn't have mercy on them.
Seven of the attackers were killed,
The head too was annihilated,
Still a revenge yet not fulfilled,
The evil remains to be distilled.
The public now curse insane people,
For the attack that was not feeble,
Terrorists can be destroyed with strength,
If the public stand united against them.
This day will never be forgotten,
The day of bloodshed of innocents,
They'll get the dues paid for their debts deep,
As it is said,"As you sow, so shall you reap"
I swear! I swear!
Till they alive.
