ANOTHER POEM FOR DZHOKAR

bleeding the unready, the unaware, is easyfor you, the sniper, the assassin jogging away from theticking pressure cooker counting down to the screamsin a stress free life with your hat on backwards.
after the fact sorrow, sympathy, compassion is expectedfor you, from some, fools who run from the razor reality ofburning shrapnel death and innocent amputated limbsin a world tinted rose with shadow blinders on all sides.
once there would have been no ambulance, no trial anticipatedfor you, the murderer, would be hunted down and hung from thenearest sturdy tree to the applause of those left behindin a country where excuses were whispers torn away in the wind.
driving over your brother, the police, the city of Bostonfor you, the so-called victim, the lost one, hiding in a boat bottom andoffering unheard promises to kill or wound again and againin America where they took you to a hospital to save your worthless life.
dying for the cause, this broken faith, is worth itfor you, for some, who translate difference as hate and sinwishing for warmth from a cold cell or a colder hellin a prison where all your promises will be broken.
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