JFK

They are all gone now,
along with the noble causes
and high ideals,
everything neatly tucked away,
out of sight,
like old bones hidden deep
in dark cellar dungeons,
where no one looks to hard
or asks too many questions;

out of fear of the answers
they might find.

In the final analysis,
it was never a question
of wrong or right,
or truth, justice and the American way,
it was always just
a matter of who really cares?
and in the end
nobody really did;

which is what they already knew,

because truth and justice
never put food on a table,
or clothes on a back,
noble causes and high ideals
may be fine at dinner parties
and social functions,
but they have never paid
an electric bill,
starvation does not know right or wrong,
it only knows life or death,
and as time goes by
this is the only truth that matters.

40 years ago,
on a bright November day,
in a time when people still believed
what they were told,
when innocence was a luxury
many could still afford,
he threatened to take away
their private war,
which wasn’t good for business,
so they blew his brains out
on a cold Dallas street,
as a whole nation looked on;

killing much more than a man.
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