bostonstrong
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American pride
is wrongfully written
its true meaning is hidden
beneath zealous jingoism
pride, on a Mohs scale, is a ten
He said
This is our f****n’ city
A city rocked with a blast
A city numbed in the aftermath
A city littered with shards of deadly metal
A city clinging together
He said
The sky looked down on fields of grey, the blood of towers drifting onto a concrete street
A street, nothing more, a street cold and dead, weeped from the loss of thousands.
“Mommy, Mommy!”
Is all she heard as she ran away.
Should she go back and help the little girl?
The police were leading her away to safety,
They would take care of things.
