Kennedy

Kennedy
Blood stains slowly down wind,
The calm parade lazy with joy,
Stands tall a man seated side by side,
A woman her hair hovering gently east,

Shoulder to shoulder the crowd caressed,
Gazing glowingly upon the piercing rush of cars,
Stained she stands merciless in mourning,

Her pain our panic of a shot heard internal,
The storm clear to all,
Where a new leader awaits in tears,

To press on in a shoew that must go on...