John Fitzgerald Kennedy has been dead, for a long time, basically, half a century’s worth of time. And, ironically, people are still clinging to the classic lone-gunman story, of how one many shot JFK, from at least 3-directions, causing 3 completely different bullet wounds, on 3 completely separate parts of his body. With that being said, I’ve made a poem, describing what I would say to him, if I were able to speak with him, to tell him about what happened after his own death.
They still haven’t captured any of your killers, yet…they got away, scott free.
You were a thorn in their sides, they had to remove, you wanted true liberty.
It’s truly a shame, that none of those assassins were not ever brought to justice.
The Warren-Commission covered it up, ruled your death an open & shut case.
There are, still, so many theories, as to why, and how, you were eliminated.
All of the things you tried to push through, after you, were never attempted.
You being the last U.S. President, to date, to ever be assassinated is of no surprise.
You took on a lot more than you could’ve chewed, that’s what led to your demise.
You had tried your very best to do away with the CIA…
…they used espionage attempting to propel Doomsday.
You attempted to remove American-involvement from Vietnam…
…you wanted to end the Cold-War, get the World nuclearly calm.
You tried to abolish the Federal Reserve, decrease the power of Banksters controlling the economy…
…and, with you out of the picture, there was no one else to stop them from playin’ real-life Monopoly.
Everyone abandoned you, left your side: you were the blood-sacrifice of dissent, as well as defections.
Lee Harvey Oswald didn’t kill you…the Zapruder film shows you being shot in at least two-directions.
They silenced him quickly, because he was gonna tell it all, spill the beans…
…Jack Ruby was the ideal hitman for the puppet-master’s dirty schemes.
Your Secret Service detail made you such an easy-target…leaving you all alone.
Your motorcade driver drove you to your death, into the Dealey Plaza kill-zone.
You made too many enemies & not nearly enough friends.
People viewed you as a threat, to influence and dividends.
Most people are too afraid to know the truth…
…we cannot afford to keep lying to our youth.
They must know what & why you died for…
…it was the 1st-casualty of an internal-war.
This is not a war of bullets & bombs…
…but, it’s a conflict of honesty, integrity.
Those responsible for your death want the American people to just remain ignorant & blind…
…following trends spending aimlessly, until for the next generation, there’s nothing left behind.
All that they really want is destruction, for small-gain profits…
…they want to place into power whomever follows the scripts.