Practically nothing is known about you in your time.
You were in the wrong place, a victim of a crime.
Provoked British soldiers opened fire on a crowd.
They had been taunted and jeered with insults quite loud.
This was an event in pre-revolution Boston town.
Five citizens were murdered in the name of the Crown.
You were a victim whose blood was spilled that day.
Outraged Bostonians demanded the soldiers pay.
Revolution grew from those dastardly deeds.
This infamous event planted the seeds.
Your martyrdom brought you historical fame.
Today, many schoolchildren know you by name.
I remember AUNT B for the way she took care of me when
mother was not home but working
She would take me to Boston on the Orange Line to go
shopping for comic books and clothes for the upcoming School Year
Then,we would go to a Burger King and have the Scramble Egg platter and
Orange juice for Breakfast
Walking over to the Boston Common by early afternoon,we would take a little ride
on the Swan Boats and after that,take the elevator all the way up to the top of the
John Hancock Building and Look down upon the Hustle and Bustle Bostonians
from the view of the Observation Deck
After having lunch near a busy Mass Ave Cafe,we would go on the Green Line
and switch back over to the Orange that would take us out of the city and back
upon our Medford suburb.
Thanks AUNT B
for showing me how the world runs for free
Where is the Beauty between the death and her chaos
If the mountains are forever lost,then..what good will a Prayer do
The lush fertile soil that was gently tendered with care
barren landscape without a pretty scene
Before another night in which the Devil dare to dream
Bright Flares from the Fall out upstairs
Strangers,in our shelter,struggling to stay alive without decadence or chairs
Laughing Men smirk in the macabre of their insanity
Ignoring the relics,around,a signpost of Nuclear reality
Caverns of the West contain the remains of San Francisco
Up upon the scorched New England Berkshires
is all that remains of the few and the once proud Bostonians
Evil has won ,on this,our depleted Glory
Cave children of the Future,on stone tablets,will they tell our story
AMEN
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