Curled up, my heart pounds like a drum,
Radios, boots above, chatter too,
Blue bodies ready to spit fire,
I Pray to God for Peace.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to years.
The noise subsides, fading into the past, Silence.
I crawl, licking my wounds, the stairwell no longer home.
I Pray to God for thanks.
Now I have to run,
Keeping one step ahead of the Blue,
Searching for Peace, I hide away,
I pray to God for Peace.
Mother calls out in the night,
Do not hurt my son,
Worried and afraid, I give myself to the Blue.
I Pray to God for Peace and Guidance.
Copyright Michael J. Cunningham
Inspired by Emanuel from NYC