They gathered as they do every year,
these runners of the Boston Marathon,
a day of celebration for patriots.
It was just another day in Beantown
and the Sox had already won.
The starting pistol sounded
and the runners of the Boston Marathon
got ready to fulfill their dreams.
Sean Collier was sitting,
waiting inside a car,
stationary as a ghost.
Tamerlan and Dzhokhar,
these runners from the Boston Marathon,
planted their packages and ran, too.
They ran away while
the runners of the Boston Marathon
were cheered.
Tamerlan dodged and weaved;
float like a butterfly sting like a bee.
His brother trailed behind him.
Sean Collier was sitting,
waiting inside a car,
stationary as a ghost.
The explosion ripped through the air
and it silenced and then blew up
all those around it.
Those who were finishing,
runners of the Boston Marathon,
stumbled the last few feet.
Tamerlan and Dzhokhar,
these runners from the Boston Marathon,
they kept running.
Beantown began to rally
as the smoke billowed and swirled.
Sean Collier was sitting,
waiting inside a car,
stationary as a ghost.
The manhunt and lockdown
reverberated far louder
than these runners from the Boston Marathon.
Tamerlan and Dzhokhar,
they struggled to escape,
and they fought like the devil.
Sean Collier was sitting,
waiting inside a car,
stationary as a ghost.
The nation had transformed itself
into runners of the Boston Marathon.
Tamerlan shot it out
and found himself shot dead,
cooling on a slab on a Thursday night.
Friday morning his brother almost joined him,
finally catching up,
these runners from the Boston Marathon.
It was Big Papi
who said on Saturday,
"All right. All right, Boston."
3 comments:
No way those two were getting out of Boston.
It was a hard week for Boston. I'm glad it's over.
That whole thing was a nightmare Tony. This is a fitting tribute.
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