Boston April 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
We woke this morning to news of the terrible events at the Boston Marathon. This poem came to mind.
Man was made to mourn: A Dirge
Many and sharp the num'rous ills
Inwoven with our frame!
More pointed still we make ourselves
Regret, remorse, and shame!
And man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn, -
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
I'm lost for words of my own to express my horror and sympathy to those affected directly and indirectly. Kia Kaha America.