The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
they call us infidels
those who shock us with their bloodshed
from bombs they use against
our land of freedoms and equality
minds are fragile
we know not how they harden
they sought shelter in our country
and now we struggle to understand
why they turned against us
in our resilience and ability to thrive
to right the wrong
in the promise to "bring to justice"
did we act in haste?
cheers for the dead and near dead
i rejoice that boston once again feels safe
that the bloodshed has been spent for now
that mourning and healing can ensue
but how many more minds are
being molded in this moment?
i wonder how many more
who would harm us without thought
and at whose will?