JFK November 22, 1963

Monday, July 19, 2010

Warm Bright and sunny
November 22 1963
With my black crayon
I color within the lines
A picture of the engine that could
The Father of my country
Journeys down a grassy knoll
I hear shots ring out and see
Him collapse in the arms of Jackie
I am 4, my daddy died
Something wrong with the head
I know that the President is dead.

I hear him call my name
His room the color of grassy knoll
On this bright warm sunny day
He sits in a chair with his hanky
I choke and gag as he rapes me
The moment marked for eternity
Grief fills my head,
Half past the hour the President is dead

A warm bath awaits me
I lay limp in his arms
As I silently violently scream
Together in the tub he touches me
Soiled by shame for eternity
Thrust Into a world of muffled sound
Where water fills lungs
And fathers die of wounded heads
Who will protect me now?
That the Father of My Country is dead?
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