A Nation Mourns
At 12:30 pm a loner had carried out his plan
it had ended as fast as it began......
a beautiful and inspiring Friday afternoon
the twenty second, nineteen hundred and sixty three, a November day of doom
in the midst of a festive day
one glorious life had been taken away
as the motorcade procession rounded the bend
it had become the beginning of the end......
anxious cheers spilled free from a hopeful crowd
in a breath he was gone with three shots echoing aloud......
one moment in time that silenced a nation
in slow motion minutes passed by in a tearful realization......
innocence was lost that day......
a devastating cost......
within minutes the air waves cried agony
in an instant a piece of hope was lost.......gone, a young, beautiful legacy
goodbye Mr. President
our prayers have been sent......
Jack Ruby clinches inside
an anger he could not hide....
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This Poem Is Written With Much To Ponder
I Hope I Can Take You Back To The Emotions
I Was Nine Months Old
CONTEST
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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