T (no first name) Wignesan


Terza Rima Sonnet: On The Boston Bomb Blast - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan

On a festive flag-flapping day of fun
Two brothers back-packed with hot nails in pipes
White cap leading black cap in marathon

More than two millions’ indoor hemmed in gripes
Nine thousand armed to teeth charged for brother
And six doleful innocent eyes Boston wipes

One misled madly charges a brother
In tether out to die in showdown blast
A last ditch for some ill-tutored blabber

Then while the world looks on in pity aghast
A mindless lad plays out the cult of yore
Some Sohrab takes on the West’s blind bomb blast

If those bright and good be un-taught to adore
What hope may there be for the rest any more.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013


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