What drives a person with so much hate
to kill another that's only 8?
Who would think that it is fun
To set off a bomb when the race is done?
So many people were laying down hurt
Their blood on the ground their teeth in the dirt
Police in every city it caused
Fear all around why? Because
Maybe we look to the people who helped
The racers the runners the loved ones who held
The little boy the three that fell
The men the women they were all there
To witness the flair
At the beautiful line
The beautiful horror
The finish is now a joyous sight
The memories though, still fill us with fright
They leave our face an ashen gray
Ash that the streets were filled with that day
Now we run, there is a reason
We run for their death
We run for his treason
We run for her son, his niece, her life
The strong survivors of the treacherous night
by: Emma Swanick
