{"id":935,"date":"2015-11-15T04:24:37","date_gmt":"2015-11-15T04:24:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wsantosblog.com\/?p=935"},"modified":"2015-11-26T18:20:43","modified_gmt":"2015-11-26T18:20:43","slug":"what-can-i-say-about-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wilsonsantos.blog\/?p=935","title":{"rendered":"what can i say about paris?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"paris-6\"<\/a><\/p>\n

what can I say about paris
\nthat hasn\u2019t already been said?
\non this day of mourning
\nmore than 120 killed
\nshould I call for a collective prayer?
\nthat\u2019s been done millions of times
\non your facebooks and your twitters
\nand your instagrams.
\nI could post the french flag
\nover my profile picture.
\nbut that too has been done.
\nI could call the attackers cowards.
\nyet I doubt they\u2019d hear me anyway.
\nI could glue myself to cnn and watch
\nin horror, the carnage play
\nagain and again
\nbefore me
\nlike reruns of a bad action flick.
\nI could listen to the pundits
\nand sit here like,
\n\u201cYeah, let\u2019s get those motherfuckers.\u201d
\nlike I actually would, knowing I won\u2019t.
\nI could get mad.
\nI could get sad.
\nI could grieve a little before heading out to the club
\ncause that\u2019s what we do on saturday nights.
\nI could tell everyone how bad I feel
\nfor the families
\non facebook.
\nbut the truth is,
\nthere\u2019s nothing new I could add
\nthat hasn\u2019t already been said.<\/p>\n

instead, I\u2019m gonna say something
\nabout the invisible ones
\nwho haven\u2019t been mentioned.
\nI\u2019m gonna say something about Adel Termos
\nwho tackled a suicide bomber in beirut
\nonly one day before paris,
\nsaving countless lives,
\nbut couldn\u2019t save his own
\nor his young daughter,
\nwho was out shopping
\nwith her dad
\nat a local market.
\nI\u2019m gonna say something about
\nthe other 40 something
\nunknown and dead
\nnot only gone from this world
\nbut gone from our collective memories
\nwho lost their lives to equally cowardice
\nsuicide bombers in this brown-faced city;
\nfor the 200+ wounded and maimed,
\nstill laying in hospital beds,
\nwith burning flesh, melted on bones,
\nreeling in pain,
\nforced to watch world media
\nand social network
\ngrieve for paris,
\nwhile ignoring lebanon\u2019s children.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m gonna say something about
\nthe 99 killed in ankara
\nonly a month before paris
\nand post a flag for them
\nand maybe send some prayers
\nbut I don\u2019t pray, so I won\u2019t.
\nbut I saw their 250+ wounded in the streets
\nwhen few others here did.
\nmy eyes were open then
\nas they are now
\nmy heart was with them then
\nas it is with paris now.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m gonna mention the innocent killed
\nin bangkok too. all of them.
\nunknown. unmentioned.
\nI\u2019d place a flag for them on my profile
\nbut I don\u2019t even know what the thai
\nflag looks like, cause they\u2019re so far from
\nour consciousness.
\nthe invisible thai, forgotten,
\nand discarded in history\u2019s ashes
\nlike so many africans before them.
\nlike the 147 kenyan students killed
\nat their university
\nonly months before paris
\nI could\u2019ve said a little something
\nabout them too
\nif only I had known
\nbut the west was silent
\nno profile flags. no media. no words.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to go on and say something
\nfor all victims
\nof world terrorism.
\nI\u2019d like to ask for collective prayers
\nsince few others seem to be.
\nbut my pleas might fall on deaf ears.
\nand I don\u2019t have the energy to keep going.
\nso many victims.
\nso many killed by cowards.
\nso many they can\u2019t be counted.
\nso many deserving our profile pictures.
\nor a little mention. a little thought.
\nso many
\nmy fingers just can\u2019t type them all.
\nbut for them,
\nthe brown and black\u00a0faceless
\nI send these words
\nto let them know
\nthat even here,
\nin america
\nsome see them too
\nand not just paris.<\/p>\n

\u00a9wilson santos 2015<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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