The night was dark and full of dread
As soldiers marched with muskets led
Tensions high amid the crowd
Voices rose with anger loud
A hail of snowballs flew their way
But soldiers, stoic, stood at bay
Their tempers flared, their nerves were fraught
And at that moment, chaos wrought
The sound of shots echoed throughout the street
As soldiers fired, with the aim to meet
Civilians fell, their blood a stain
On a night that brought such awful pain
This was the Boston Massacre
A moment in time so dark and drear
It marked a turning in the fight
For freedom, justice, and what was right
Though lives were lost that fateful night
Their stories live on, still in the fight
For liberty, equality, and more
Their memory is a constant, everlasting score.
