A boy lies near death in a hospital bed.
Who cries for him?
Who shares his pain?
A city celebrates, people cheer.
The pain of human suffering is lost
on the psyche of Boston.
I am sickened as I see
their joy
At his demise.
A child of 19,
What could he know
of his actions?
What could he see in broad perspective
of the complexity of the world,
of the weight of guilty that he might carry
one day when maturity came
and memory gushed with the screams of his victims?
I cry for you Jahar.
I feel your pain.
I absolve you of your crime.
Many have sinned
each in our own way.
*Days after the Boston bombings in April 2013
the youngest of the two brothers involved was
hunted down and taken prisoner after being
barraged by gunfire while hiding in a boat.
each in our own way.
*Days after the Boston bombings in April 2013
the youngest of the two brothers involved was
hunted down and taken prisoner after being
barraged by gunfire while hiding in a boat.
