Bastille Day.
The day that commemorates the start of the French Revolution.
Military Parades. Concerts. Fireworks.
Fireworks. Is what these people thought they were going to see,
Not corpse after corpse.
How could you be so shallow, driving through those people like a tornado.
You took the lives of the people of today.
The world of tomorrow.
You watched them take their last breath.
You brought the dance of death
With not an ounce of regret in your bones.
People scattered across Nice like gravestones.
What an empty soul.
You came like the devil out of the unknown.
84 Wives, Husbands, Children, friends.
84 breathes.
84 Heartbeats.
You took their lives. Right from the driver’s seat.
Words can’t even explain how inhumane your actions were.
You were lucky enough to have a life to live,
And you ruined that by not letting innocents live their life.
At the end of the day all Muslims are put to shame.
American politicians believe that all Muslims are the same.
That all Muslims have a flame to start a wildfire.
But if that were the case, then we’re all criminals.
All white mothers want to murder their babies. Casey Anthony.
All African American Athletes want to murder their loved ones. OJ Simpson.
All white males strip women of their feminism. Brock Turner.
I could go further on but in the end of the day it is I who needs to but my armor on.
To stay strong against those who classify the actions of a single human being to an entire race.
When in reality
There’s only one race in the world.
The Human Race.
