"The Way I Act"
"The Way I Act"
On the day that it happened, I was only twelve years old.
Though it was April, that day was cold.
I came home from school
Nothing unusual
But “something’s happened in Boston” I was told.
Only a block from the building where my uncle had been
A bomb had exploded, causing a scene.
No one knew how many died
Showing their Patriot love and pride
But the carnage on TV was unlike anything I’ve seen.
As the night went on, the news showed bloodshed
And the deaths of two adults and one kid.
The suspects had dashed
Buildings were smashed
And the next day, an officer was dead.
Growing up around Boston, that could’ve been me.
I could have been there April fifteenth.
Who would’ve thought
This day would’ve brought
Violence to lives usually carefree?
To me, this day had such an impact.
I learned to value life; that’s a fact.
These victims couldn’t have guessed
That day would be their last
And that has influenced the way I act.
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