The world walks by and we do not see
I’m gazing in your eyes, you back at me
I caress your hand, toast you with champaign
drunk, not with wine, but with Cupid’s refrain.
There’s only us in this wide world, alone
the echoes of the city just a drone
of white noise, like a soft rain, extrinsic,
my ears only hear your lilting music
but on a discordant note it ended
life and love and normalcy suspended
gunfire, explosions, on Parisian streets
and you, my dearest, crumpled at my feet…
I thought love was the divine emotion
but hate is sanctioned as their devotion.
Hate bounces, that’s part of the problem. It bounces from the guns and knives and explosives of the hateful to the hated ,who in turn begin to hate, and it bounces all the way around the world till finally there is only hate. Can it ever end?