Accidental Poet

The Man Behind the Trigger

 

A shot rang out

November 22, 1963

The shock wave around the world

A day burned into memory

 

The man behind the trigger

You know who you are

The life you took

Your heart’s guilty scar

 

Your day will come

If you’re still of this Earth

And if not then

God knows your worth

 

What you stole from

This man, husband and father

His wife, children and family

A nation mourning another

 

Fifty-nine years of secrecy

Somebody knows the truth

Eventually we’ll all know

From a dedicated sleuth

 

The good that could have come

Had it not been for your bullet

The dreams that were lost

Swallowed by your gullet

 

I can still remember

The unmistakable sound of those drums

The horses pulling his casket

The look of horror on everyone

 

As you meet your maker

I’ll spare no sympathy on you

You made your choice

Dwell now with chosen due

 

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