TributesAndRequiems

Through pain and tears, the sirens roar Through smoke and dust the children cry Three lifeless bodies lie, mangled, and bloody Crimson beads mingle with sweat, Limbs cast askew Plumes of smoke rise up from the ash, Loved ones lie. Police and others rush to their aid…but for some, it's too late Legs, and arms, and flesh  are ripped, almost hanging by a thread Moans, shouts, and shock fill the air, time stands still, for some it stops Two men run from the scene, fleeing as fast as they can, trying escape the horror. The men do not run for help, they run to hide from the officials who chase to solve the case. The Boston Marathon has beco