Heart cries, not again, hates claws rending before it can mend.
Je suis Bruxelles, we call, not long after San Bernardino’s fall.
Not again, calls this soul, as Evil attacks innocence in the Paris Night.
Fight, this unholy scourge, purge this hate before the next dirge.
Not again, as peace dies, ruins clog hopes paths, anger tries.
Je suis Humanity, faith fulfills, it does not kill.
Not again, so tired these eyes, red from hates lies.
Let not another night pass, with a mothers endless cries.