We remember the day he died
The whole world did too
Those television reports
A day as if the world ended
Without hope, goodness lost
A senseless, shared travesty
The shameful motives of men
A well-meaning proper President
How could such a good soul
Vanish into eternity unlauded
Remembering his voice, so kind
Great aspirations, a young man
All dashed upon the rocks
As if a horrific nightmare
Unwakeable, inescapable
He showed many death's toll
His son held his mother's hand
The sorrow that his daddy died
It did not really sink in then
We all shared the harrowing hell
That grief, a country in turmoil
The path to come uncertain
This one we came on, so rocky
An eternal flame and green grass
They remain, all else is gone
No more caissons, honour guards
Family and friends, many rest now
Seems an unfair trade for the loss
Walter Cronkite wept, we all did
Heaven's star had fallen
Our hearts were broken
The silence proved its demise
There is no room for conspiracies
Mourning for daughter, son and wife
Now the days have quelled suffering
Their aches hushed by death
A shadow that always follows
Until at last we lie down
And light is snuffed out surely
By the subterranian sepulchre