Kennedy Family
There once was a family most of us know,
Who the nineteen sixties was to, a hurricane blow,
And tears were shed, coffins were saluted,
The osmosis of the tragedy drenched us, our future looted,
Yet a nation lived on, with its virginity gone, and it stumbled on in a pyroclastic flow.
Anthony Bourdain
Born on Manhattan was this man who we thought we knew,
He brought tolerance to many an eye, all aview,
Exotic was his appetite, he would try anything,
And yet inside may have been stifling depression,
His death brought a rare tear to many, we snapped like bamboo
Challenger
Those of a certain age remember the smoking devil’s horns,
Seven dramatic deaths on prime time, national anguish born,
A teacher was on board, there was much press,
And students watched a mentor perish, in astronaut dress,
And the limits of science struck us all, an America, all forlorn.
John Lennon’s Murder
We couldn’t imagine why anyone would kill this man,
He of love-in’s, round glasses, impeccable lyrics, it’s hard to understand,
Was he just too unique, too much of a free spirit to continue to live,
Who would want to silence this dove of peace, with more songs yet to give,
A madman can only be insane, I suppose, hence an English music man, murdered on America’s land.
5th posting, February 7, 2023