AUTUMN IN PARIS

I have been the creeps while he read the poem by Tim, with four verses described all this horror last night suffered Paris and a question becomes...

Why?

By the same token that is attempted against the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center of the city New York, by hatred, malice and to try to establish the global world a curfew justified by horror.

For all that was last night attacked Paris by an army formed by Hitmen, criminals and mentally ill manipulated by supporters of Islam, that and that human life is worthless in the eyes of those who attack and who assumes that they ensure the safety of persons.

In this crossroads of shooting in the concert of Heavy Metal, many innocent civilians killed by friendly bullets fell?

The fall of Paris has been covered in blood, the leaves of the trees in Montmartre have dawned covered with a patina of pain, if it drops Paris can no longer be a hope for anything or anyone, in the most harrowing moments Paris always was. but with the black November in Paris, with thousands of people trying to escape the horror, with the lack of solidarity citizen before pain and drama of the victims and to blacks vestiges of the future world disasters favored by global warming, in Paris, or anywhere in the world there is a secure future for anyone.

Greetings Tim, I loved the story, hard, but real and true.