The Right to Say It

Desolation is all around
No consolation to be found

An empty desk before my eyes
“Papa est parti.” a young girl cries

Men who twist a Prophets words
Turn sublime into absurd

A soulful journey is undertaken
My faith in man to reawaken

A million candles do I see
Lit in honour of Charlie

Whether or not I agree with what you say, you still have the right to say it.