Terror in Boston
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The happiness of finishing runners
drowned out by the srill screams of terror,
as the huge boom roars.
Three silences forever 140 broken.
Forever scared from the inhuman act of terror.
The sun,
high in the sky.
Warmth,
beating down on my skin.
Mile 26,
the end is near.
The Finish line,
in sight.
The First,
explosion.
My ears,
ringing.
Do you hear of the sound of the broken?
Crying out to you and me.
Do you see all the injustice?
Forming from people's greed.
Do you feel the pain of the unseen?
Longing to be loved by the world.
Terror in Boston
Lives were gone
Investigation still not done
Times like this , we must stand up and unite as one
Sadly though
We should never come together
