Today all my brothers and sisters live and die in Paris.
And terrorism isn't a political thing.
It's a personal thing.
It's the guns waved in your face
By the man screaming in another language.
It's the bomb you see strapped
to the handsome young stranger right
before your world comes to an end.
My brothers and sisters are in pain,
and they are rightly in fear.
But they stand up strong,
take their time to grieve
together as an entire nation.
Today all of my brothers and sisters
live and die in Paris.
