NATURAL END BOSTON

Natural end Boston

By Fiona Cummings

It was meant to be fun

Watching our loved ones run

Such pride

Turned into us needing to hide

The achievement

Written on their face

All changed

Such a disgrace

Wrong time wrong place

Witnessed pure evil

Like a painful needle

Torn before our eyes

For the world to see

Hatred did rise

Killing the family

Friends and acquaintances of the dead

So has the wicked been fed?

Do they feel proud?

Sending in the devil

To chase the crowd

What will they think in bed at nights?

Have they done a good cause

Achieved their plight

Well I hope their devil is their Uncle

Waiting to take them home

In the seat a firm belt with buckle

Their carriage will roam

 Taking them down

To a place where they will burn in the ground

And feel the pain

History will repeat itself

All over again

But this time the suffering will face justice

For all that they did

 In us having to say goodbye

Tears that we will all cry

And have to put down the lid

Of innocent lives

Who have been deprived?

Just running for love

Now they live above

In heaven with our lord

And have all they can afford

But their hearts will be broken

As they look down

Hurting with a frown

Missing their children and partners

Mothers and Fathers

And we shall look up to the stars

Those who knew the dead

Shall never be allowed to sleep in a comfortable bed

Or have sweet dreams again

Forever they will live a life of pain

Why can’t we just all get on

Please hear my words

This world we live in

Is completely absurd

No matter whom your God is

Do this for your kids

Hold your neighbours hand

Try to understand

I don’t want to hate you

I would like to get to know you

Let us all be as one

A good friend

There for each other

Until our “Natural” end