Hazardous Acts - A Double Dactyl

Yesterday, a smoldering rage
turned a fanciful race hazardous.
One life view became totalitarian.
His name is Notyetknown

nor are his motives on the world stage
despite numerous speculations. Thus
fear spreads, brings response authoritarian
while children watch, their innocence flown.

This is in response to Aprille's prompt at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads to go for the double dactyl. A dactyl has three feet and, of course, the double has six as well a verse contains a person's name. I'm not sure I got the stresses right but the topic comes from my ongoing concern for my hometown, Boston.

Find The Words - A Roundel

Find the words for this sad stirring, but of
what? Losing heart, another context gone,
innocent sport stripped from us like a glove?
We must find words for this

and try to understand what can't be known,
murderous rage chosen instead of love,
aimed at children who wait for parents done

this race now strewn with blood from bombs above
them and below. Their eyes forever open'd,
childhood gone as shrapnel blasts mean loss of
how to find words for this.

This is in response to the prompt from Marian at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads to use the form of Roundel and her excellent explanation. It's also an attempt to try to find words to describe my horror in the aftermath of the bombings at the finish line of the Boston Marathon yesterday. Boston is where I'm from, a city I love, a city that hosts this international marathon for 117 years now and celebrates the runners wholeheartedly. I'm at a loss to understand.