The bleeding pens, the colour of blood,
Oh! What the price for a laugh or two,
Why, you can't handle humour mate?
In a world full of crazy minds, you killed so few?
A never ending tale of death I say,
For the sake of fun nor for love or money,
Killed there a few for some cartoons maybe,
Did you not get it, or the joke wasn't funny?
Probably they were right you know,
When ‘‘emotions were hurt’’ they said,
And killing is the solution? Oh yes!
Death for everything and anything we hate.
What triggers I say, and I don't believe,
One’s extreme faith on God drives the passion to kill,
Ha! Maybe because one is too bored to be good,
Or maybe because they are just Goddamn evil.
What purpose did you serve to the world?
Charlie thy name, or maybe not,
Got all dead and stuff for a bunch of toons,
You neither lived nor earned a lot.
A Chaplin’s existence maybe you remember?
You Charlie were never along,
Or what about maybe a
Charlie Brown,
In this world Charlie you always belong.
Life against the freedom of creativity and speech,
The name Charlie, though a name among names,
Many though say they too are Charlie,
In the hearts of who’s an innocent artist flames.
Who do you want to please my dear?
What glory do you
await my man?
Whom do you kill when the world will rise,
Screaming someday, “Hey! Charlie I am”.
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