Assassinated

The newspaper blew in a twisting fashion Stopping only to hug the wall The words jumped out Assassinated The night already black Such an important man People wept openly They arrested a man Though, he died too Time went on Mystery built up through the years They all had their own theories Films and documentaries proved one thing Death was cold in the afternoon People always say in conversations What were you doing that day The newspaper blew in a twisting fashion Stopping only to hug the wall The night we said goodbye forever The words jumped out Assassinated Just how I felt.

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Nancy Kaufman

Date: 6/12/2023 12:48:00 PM

I was in 8th grade history class and I guess those of us old enough to remember always will. Enjoyed this.

Paul Bell
Date: 6/13/2023 2:23:00 AM

Keeps the mystery going.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/8/2023 4:55:00 AM

I remember the day. Yes, I am that old. It was sad, but I was so young that I did not fully understand what the meaning of the situation really was. We still don't know why it was done and no one will ever know but God. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my page. Sara

Paul Bell
Date: 6/8/2023 9:32:00 AM

Yes, sometimes it's better not knowing.