Bataclan
Bataclan
Behind ourselves we heard the noise
Drowning out his sublime voice
The words were clear and yet not hard
Enough to overrule the “justice's guard”
As they called their tommy guns
Shooting down him who runs
Efface all the hope still there
Bringing souls somewhere good and fair
The ground was filled with blood and tears
The air was stuffed with screams of fear
And up above, in the sky
Their brave, sweet souls were flying high
Reageer (3)
Damn! wow even stil van! topgedicht!!!
7 jaar geledendit is serieus een van de mooiste gedichteb leah het ritme is zo yummie
7 jaar geledenOh die is mooi! En die plaatje is zo mooi erbij!
7 jaar geleden