Art Attack.

Kalashnikovs spit deadly hate
Upon the streets of grey Paris.
An art attack, the deadly fate.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

A sketch of these disturbing times,
twelve martyrs die for liberty.
The clanging of Notre Dames chimes.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

Bullets of hate will not erase
the sable brush strokes of the free,
dripping red on these bloody days.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

A pencil makes a mark for life,
lasts long beyond this killing spree,
draws deeper than a Judas knife.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

You cannot kill our right to speak,
nor stifle creativity,
no longer silent, sad or weak.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

The world stands with you, side by side,
for freedom and the fleur-de-lis,
a painted tri-colour of pride.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.