Their arsenal of mass destruction:
pencils, crayons, watercolours.
They aimed them at politicians
and priests who know it all,
at rabbis, imams, vicars,
at puffed-up, loaded businessmen,
narcissistic mayfly starlets,
prophets and messiahs.
Their job was to mock
those who want to prevent us
from using our brains.
Against the narrowminded
they brandished satire, wit,
freedom of speech.
Words.
Paper bullets.
How many killed,
how many injured
by their deeds?
“I’d rather die standing
than live on my knees”,
one of them said.
His lethal error was
to blank out
that you can’t vanquish humourlessness
with humour.
With drawings
you can fight ignorance
but not someone
pulling the trigger of his
Kalachnikov.
Paris 2015-01-07
For the journalists of the satirical weekly "Charlie Hebdo"
killed today by two terrorists. RIP.