Nice, France , 2016


 

We cry for angels on each avenue.

The Devil rides our streets and there are few

may run so fast his evil to escape

when aimed by an ideal so full of hate.

There’s bloody death in Nice we all must share.

When will we take up our ideals; defend

the innocent so destiny’s their friend?

Our sighs still come too late as all those cries

from World War Two? Old souls regard the scene

repeated and repeat as oft we sigh:

“Another angel lost; we hear your screams.”

But when will we defend the little ones

when evil’s had his day by truck or gun.

Enough! Enough! The carnage and the cost:

too late to sigh and scream for Holy Ghost!