Tea Party Town
I had always admired the Bostonians.
Who in my neighborhood didn't wish for their shoes,
a glorious, heaven sent Christmas present?
Who in history at elementary, middle or high school,
can forget the Tea Party?
We laughed and giggled at their ingenuity and their
resilience.
Challenge to the crown a fate that held certain death.
Like Scott Key, they held fast to that hope of freedom,
without letting go, they tasted it - after the blood;
to rise again in the morning.
Diabolos from Chechnya plotted and planned,
eating Bostonian meat, stealing and hoping it's forgotten.
Twice they heard, as nails and steel balls flew out.
Blood dripped on the street as sweating bodies tiredly run on.
Now, the Bostonians are angry again with purpose.
They will triumph once again and exult in victory.
O' Bostonians, when all learns of your spirit and resolve,
none will try to hurt you again.
What a mistake they made.
Twice.
Freedom shall reign,
again.
A long overdue tribute to the resilience and spirit of the people of the city of Boston.
5/5/2013
5:02pm est.
