Rhythm of Sirens

Masses running to the rhythm of sirens

A firework reflected in the eye of a mother

Which instead of the Milky Way hit her baby’s stroller Police shouting “Get back,” protecting one another

Hands getting white from holding tight

Feeling no need to express the fright

Of losing each other

Monday chased by the blight

That left behind

A widowed man who once was a father

Where does one learn how to walk the world lightly? When shadow never fails to step on toes of beauty? I know there had to be a way to prevent this

If only it could’ve been my hand to release

Masses running to the rhythm of sirens

A firework reflected in the eye of a mother

Which instead of the Milky Way hit her baby’s stroller Police shouting “Get back,” protecting one another (Evil will always find its way)