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DEATH OF THE PRESIDENT

To Dallas he went,
no one could imagine on that fateful
day that it meant
the death of the President.

Only Oswald knew what he wanted to do.
From the book depository
rifle in hand he took the shot ,
that brought an end to Camelot.

While riding in a motor cade
back and forth his body swayed.
Bullets struck President Kennedy's head.
The first lady Jackie tried to save parts of his brain,
but it was too late the President was dead.
On the front of her dress was a large blood stain.

Two great President's Lincoln and Kennedy
died the same way while sitting next to their wife.
To improve conditions for blacks
they paid the ultimate price with their life.

A shock beyond belief
filled American's heart's with grief.
It would take a lot of tomorrow
to get over the sorrow !


 








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