JFK

They are all gone now,

along with all the noble causes

and high ideals,

everything neatly tucked

out of sight,

like old bones hidden away

in a deep dark cellar,

where no one looks too hard

or asks too many questions,

out of fear they might find answers,

in the final analysis,

it was never a question of

wrong or right,

or truth, justice and

the American way,

it was really just a matter of;

who really cares?

and in the end,

nobody really did,

just like they knew

nobody would,

because truth and justice,

never put food on a table,

or clothes on a back,

noble causes and high ideals

may make for fine discussion
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;

30 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

the status quo,

which wasn’t good for business,

so they blew his brains out

on a cold Dallas street;

killing so much more than a man

in the process.

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