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John F Kennedy - Martin Luther King Jr - Robert F Kennedy and Donald Duck

it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the game
we had great leaders 
john, robert, martin...

the planet was singing 
with the purity of a four year old
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
it started raining bullets
our optimism soured
slightly at first

and the grassy knoll
and the sniper
and the magic bullet

john was shot 
jackie squirmed
we sat on the edge of our seats

The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,

John F. Kennedy was assassinated 

The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,

years had passed, five
look before you dive

the civil rights movement gathered 
to fight for their God given rights
the right to be treated as humans 
exactly more no less.
to listen to the man who had said
"Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon 
which cuts without wounding and ennobles 
the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals."

the man who stood on the hill speaking
"I have a dream today!"

The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,

Boom, boom, boom, boom! 

Martin Luther King Jr. was shot 

and my God it rained 
it rained salt
as a nation black and white cried

The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,

time for the rise of Bobby
Hoorah! Hoorah!

Boom, boom, boom, boom! 

i wish he could have ran faster than the bullets
they murdered John's brother
Robert F. Kennedy was dead

the sixties where almost finished
and i wondered 
if the world would ever be the same

I marched away buried my face into the ground
To get out of my pain.

great leaders lost
words that radiated 
radiate hope

America was
the envy of the world

it's two thousand sixteen 
and we have sunk so deep into the dirt

i know we can't Trump this disaster 
have you ever heard of fools gold
we have a choice
our lives count

remember the ants
nature's banner is blowing in the wind

don't make
the little one shout
"THE END!!" 

March 16 2016

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016


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  1. Date: 5/31/2016 3:27:00 AM

    Our lives will change... I love the title... My faves of faves... However, it's not like that anymore ... Enjoyed this my good friend. Hope you are well. Always a Fan....Linda
  1. Date: 5/24/2016 1:23:00 AM

    This poem of yours conjures up so many images and thoughts of conspiracy and darkly veiled double-dealings; a powerful piece of writing: evokes many emotions and reawakens so many memories. Perhaps these three souls were all legs attached to the same stool: kick one away...And the stool topples over. Wise men they say: Everything happens for a reason. My very best regards to you, Armand - My good friend...And my warmest wishes as always. :) john
  1. Date: 5/9/2016 7:01:00 AM

    Profound write Maurice, politics aside, it was a tumultuous time in US history but many good things came out of the horrific events. Clever way of ending your poem.
  1. Date: 5/4/2016 6:44:00 PM

    The nation's will continue in the slow march to a certain and ignominious end my friend
  1. Date: 4/11/2016 3:00:00 PM

    Hi, Armand. Saw you visiting a poet today and thought I would come over to see if you had gotten up a new poem. Nope, but HELLO, anyway!!
  1. Date: 4/6/2016 12:55:00 PM

    Begins to look like the ants have a better chance of survival than we humans. This is your usual very talented rambling I always enjoy. Your perspective through a child's eyes is fascinating. All the best. Love, daver
  1. Date: 3/21/2016 2:43:00 AM

    Wow, you wrote this with such a unique voice! The way it flashed between the nursery ant lines and the politics. You convey the story of the great peace makers always winding up being assassinated. Maybe it's futile ... or maybe the world is not ready for peace. I'd like to add this to my favorites, for further enjoyment and enlightenment.
  1. Date: 3/18/2016 9:53:00 PM

    aRmand, this ties in so nicely with today's political scene. I am glad I thought to come here tonight and see if you had put up a poem. Thanks for showing a new poem. I miss you! Praying you come through things all right. Please let me know how it's all going. this a SEVEN
  1. Date: 3/16/2016 3:21:00 PM

    I don't think we will ever again be able to recapture those moments in today's age. Lovely Armand
  1. Date: 3/16/2016 3:03:00 PM

    -There are not so many who will speak about Donald Duck ....... (here on the soup :) - I posted a poem by the title "- God Bless America -" - Well written, Armand "we have a choice our lives count" !!!!!! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)