2:50pm

2:50pm

A Poem by Derek ubuntu Dunham

Shrapnel flying through the air
Piercing flesh and muscle
Splitting skin wide open
And spilling so much blood
Across the sidewalk

The percussion of the blast
reaching 
almost simultaneously
but felt first

Sparkling shards of glass
raining down
on innocent civilians

People are wailing 
louder than the sirens
that are almost
on their way

Seconds later, 
another blast

Runners running in
different directions
some watching in horror
while others rush to help

Chaos envelops the 
flag lined street.

We hear of war
every day on the news
but rarely feel the impact

These bomb blasts are
a new experience for 
almost everyone present.

New Yorkers know the
fear and insecurity 
this elicits 
but not as well as
the citizens
of the countries
we've been bombing 
for over ten years since.

We don't fight the war on drugs
by sticking needles 
into the veins of our children

So 
why,
Why
WHY

are we dropping bombs
perpetuating terror
in other places 
as though

more is less. 

© 2013 Derek ubuntu Dunham


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

This is rad, I dig your style

Trish-

Posted 11 Years Ago


an excellent examination of the complexities of political induced warfare on innocent civilians, both home and abroad. this is a statement and a great write , well penned!

Posted 11 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

207 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on May 22, 2013
Last Updated on May 22, 2013
Tags: Boston, Boston Strong