Crossing the Line

London, Nairobi, Chicago, Cannes
Today we are all from Boston
“I’m running for those who can’t”
Take that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev
Rotting in your cell
As if death could justify
Your deserving hell
Screw you
And your brother too
Injuring hundreds of people that day
Kryslte, Lingzi, Martin who’s lives
You stole away
Screw you, I say
Oh I should be kind
Turn the other cheek
I should, I do, I turn to love
Words of hate I’d never speak
But know this, you Broken Bad
You’re lucky I’m not your juror
So sad
I hope your haunting horror lasts
April 15, 2013 at 2:49 pm
The Boylston Street blasts
Relive the agony, the pain, the grief
In your dreams. Awake. In your sleep
Kiss my ass you SOB
Now here’s my other cheek
Today with Meb at the head of the pack
Today we take the finish line back
While you rot in your cell
With hell bound back pack
One step at a time
We’re doing just fine
One at a time
We’re crossing the line

Today’s NaPoWriMo Challenge: Write a “New York School” poem. It includes as many ingredients as possible from the recipe found here

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