This is my first reblog.
I’ve been mulling over ideas for a post Boston tragedy poem, but potterfan97, author of mywordpool, has written a moving, powerful, stirring poem capturing all the sentiments I’ve been feeling and more. Thank you, potterfan97.
The world is being so loud today.
Shut UP, I’m trying to concentrate!
For the love of God,
What’s that outside the door?
Oh yes, that would be the shrieks
Of more hijacked planes, more
Falling towers –
Or perhaps the soft whistle
Of another bomb,
Another death sentence for
Some kindhearted people running in
Honor of dead babies.
And is that…? Of course!
I hear the trumpets now,
Blaring out the screams of
In an impressive crescendo of
Torment and misery.
Hear now, the precarious rise and fall
Of the notes,
I cover my ears in an attempt to block out
The freshly added choir of voices
Singing out the despair of
Choking on the poison fed to her
By her own children.
Are you listening?
That’s the hymn of terrorists,
Cackling with glee over
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