This is my Ottava Rima Poem for the PDG Newbie Project
|Ottava Rima Poem
When we heard the news of Boston’s raw pain,
Our hearts were shattered, tears slid down each face.
The question we ask is, what was the gain?
Innocent people were in the wrong place.
The bombers were evil, crazy, insane,
From the lowest dregs of the human race.
Not even caring that three people died,
Sneaking through neighborhoods, trying to hide.
We all wondered where the bombers could be.
They couldn't escape, their plans went awry.
Death found one, the other wants free.
We lived with raw pain, hoping no more would die.
The injured were maimed by flying debris.
We see crushed dreams, and hear their sad cry
Our loving thoughts are with them all day long
We know they struggle and pray they stay strong
Ottava Rima: 16 Lines
Written For: "The Poetic Pen Workshop/Contest"