Nothing like- The Boston Marathon Bombings
Nothin like the sound of an entire city cheering
Herds of runners, brightly colored
Sprinting miles of purpose
Faces of the old and young
All eyes aglow; outstretched grins
Nothin like the sound of heavy sighs
Owning 26 miles of power
They cross the finish line
An exhilaration, a feeling
That cannot be defined
Nothin like the sound of explosive bombs
A cacophony of alarms and screams
That shake the intercoms
Nothing like a child's life
Taken from his mom...
Nothin like the sound of screams and scatter
Debris and bones and blood splatter
Flashing lights of blue and red and white
I close my eyes and see them merge
Boston will not sleep tonight
Nothin like the sound of sirens ringing
In the background of our dancing and our singing
Helicopters rattle with reminder
Art, morphing madness into meaning
But as the inconclusive days pass
Our confidence, depleting
Nothin like the sound of empty streets
Where the heat of rush hour noise oughta be
Locked up here pent up with anxiety
Eyes locked on the breaking news
All wondering How close they are in proximity
Nothin like the sounds of CNN
Horror on repeat, again and again
And victims faces engraved in our hearts
Were they really put on this earth
To prematurely depart?
Nothin like the sound of an entire city cheering
Time to congregate with love
And exhale our fearing
Grateful for community pride
Atop the screaming crowd, bodies ride
Thank you, BPD
Again, we can decide
To walk outside.
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Hi Debbie
Truly sad, may it come a day when every heart is free of evil, and peace is written on the broken walls, a day so tuned with the sound of calming beauty played by gypsy guitars, a day written on humanities forehead with the ink of gold, peace has come as you were always promised and told.
May this be the last blast.
You don't know me, but I live in New York- and sports rivalries aside- we loved your city before this tragedy- and empathize with your suffering. We are up against a powerful evil that goes beyond religion or politics. We mourn for the dead- and after a moment of silence- we lift our voices and pour our hearts out to prove that righteousness will win in the end. The dust returns to the dust, but the souls return to us.