05-08-2013, 12:22 AM
Dedicated to those killed or injured in the Boston Marathon
Hatred pulls the lips downward into
a smile that never reaches the eyes.
A pressure cooker packed with malice;
its timer ticking.
Shrapnel spewed from a ruthless mind
into a crowd of astonishment.
Shards propelled without warning
Lives exploding in a puff of smoke.
Hatred pulls the lips downward into
a smile that never reaches the eyes.
A pressure cooker packed with malice;
its timer ticking.
Shrapnel spewed from a ruthless mind
into a crowd of astonishment.
Shards propelled without warning
Lives exploding in a puff of smoke.