Boston Massacre
Pure white blankets the city
Egg shells waiting to be walked on
Red coats the street with muzzles to silence anyone who dare to crack
Words and glances colder than the breath that escapes
Taught
Overstretched rubber bands ready to snap
A fist flies
A bell rings
Icy stares and bands shatter into fire
Fire
Did anyone say fire?
Red coats shoulder to shoulder
Now red coats heads and broken egg shelled streets
No more pure
No more silence
No one said fire
But eyes of fire melt fear into hatred
A war about to begin
Sparked by the flint rocked fists and forked tongues
These streets marked with the crimson of red coats
Let them be no more
Like the commanded fire that was never spoken