A Dallas Street *

Remember, remember,
That day in November
When on a Dallas street,
Three shots rang out,
Clear and loud,
And the President
Was dead at our feet.

Remember, remember,
That day in November
When on a Dallas street,
Our lives were changed
And never the same
After the day
Of that dreadful deed.

Remember, remember,
That day in November
When on a Dallas street,
Our Nation assulted,
All the events that resulted;
The things
Since then we've seen.

(Copyright © April 2010. All rights reserved.)

* This is a take on the traditonal Guy Faulkes poem. Given what Guy Faulkes intended to do, I refuse to give him an apology...