[This poem is in honor of those involved in the Boston Marathon explosions today. It is also to remind us that shit like this happens all the time, but the way our society works is that we don't know about them unless they're on tv or something. yes it's a tragedy, but it is also symbolic of a larger disease, not an isolated event. my heart goes out to those who experience pain like this every day, but don't have a nation behind them to hold them up.]
today, of all days, I have no
words.
the words are all used up
by the pundits
and the newscasters,
dried out
and twisted,
focusing on the blood and the hurt,
instead of the helpers, the ones running toward the pain.
today, of all days, my heart
hurts.
it hurts for the ones who died without a publicized soapbox
for their death to yell from.
the everyday silent scream of
hunger
and sickness
and lack.
today of all days, I remember
that days like today are more common
than we like to admit.
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