Three
By Cinara
Three I still recall the day he died The way he looked, the way I cried Assassination was a term The nation soon was forced to learn We stood and watched the tragic stage The turning of life’s fateful page A little son stood tall and proud Saluting to a weeping crowd I still recall the night he fell I heard the victory voices swell And then a shot rang through the hall That pierced the spirit of us all The victory train now headed home The candidate, deceased, alone In silence as the nation waved And others marched on streets he paved I still recall the balcony Where someone set his spirit free A single blast would muffle all The words he spoke on nation’s mall An instant bullet tore apart A dream that echoed from his heart A dream that marched through future time Repeating words he left behind Now history will inscribe it all The rise to fame, the tragic fall And will record the noted facts The words of wisdom, gallant acts But we who witnessed tragic loss Of those who bore the nation’s cross Still recall the goal of three Justice, hope, equality In every heart - in every stream Still flow the words - “I have a dream” Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 08:25 AM PST 0 • 10
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