Fifty Years Ago a Dedication
Fifty Years Ago a Dedication
It was nice day in the Caribbean Sea I was on
a small tank ship called “Saphir” a radio message
the president Kennedy had been assassinated.
Deep silence in the mess hall, because he was
to use a modern vernacular: The Man.
He was the one who could lead us into a bright
future, he energized us and, our trusted brother;
and nothing could go wrong on his watch.
So who was this slayer? The ogre that had killed
our hero? We were soon to know, a weak chinned
misfit called Oswald. There has been conspiracy
theories aplenty over the years, but I still think
Oswald acted alone out of envy and dark hatred;
a loser seeking infamy, to prove something only
his dark mind could understand.
50 years have gone the players are dead or old
but president Kennedy will forever be a beacon
of light for us who loved America.
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