I was in the 5th grade when JFK was blown away,
the country went numb like a sunny day goes gray.
girls in class put their heads in their hands and
the world went still like someone shot the band.
two months later the beatles came through and
suddenly everyone had something else to do.
that was the very first time media spoke as one
and from then on money said who be our favorite son.
the spirit had left the people, replaced by greed
and marketing dictated our wants and personal needs.
even during the years of peace and love to follow,
the american people seemed all too meek and shallow.
they no longer spoke with one american voice,
they no longer gave each other freedom of choice.
the country divided into us and them and if you
were no longer "with us" we could never be friends.
Roosevelt and WWII brought us together and
the 50s brought with it promise and treasure
and it looked like we were becoming ourselves
till a shot or three from a book depository
or grassy knoll put us back on the shelf.
some say we didnt change the day JFK died...
rather truth had emerged to open our eyes.
or, at least, it tried.
now, it's just there, the real america
on the table, a rotting corpse without
a label which it doesnt need cause it's
not fooling anyone except the evil that's
always been her hand maiden...the money
hogs and corporate con men and all who
have no time for history or fables of
what america was and what it can be.
and I, for one, am sickened by it.