Something

Sometimes 'there's stuff' and you just need to say 'something' because quiet feels wrong.  Today is one of those times... 

A poem, then, just to not be quiet...a poem to be something.

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26.2 turns to
two bombs to
two too many
moments meant
meeting
mothers and fathers
and kids and
you where
accomplishment
met a timer--

How long and how far
did you run before
today
how
far will you
run
now
away from a
proving passion
a display of your
strength
your
endurance blown
into change

A culture
where the hurt
hurt others
heading for personal
victory
makes heroes
from helpers
from mothers
and fathers and
kids and
you
can
shoulder those running
you
can blow THIS
violence away
you can stop
hate perpetuating
hate perpetuating
hell
hath no fury
like a hero
with a heart
a helper
with a hand
a stranger
with an ear

Pick one
be something
be something