Come Back John Kennedy
Camelot’s aflame, swords are sheathed,
Words of pride shall not be breathed,
Magnificence, splendor gone,
Rests our laurels the mount upon.
Pine for times simpler then,
Honor held the hearts of men,
Righteous pathways few they are,
Stay your course and risk the scar.
Remember, reminisce on history’s hand,
Footsteps of the fallen in the sand,
A soldier’s grandeur, spirits delight,
Where one led the many and embraced our might.
Streets of gold, souls of steel,
Strength does wane, visions surreal,
Our door locked as well our minds,
Leaders strayed, no hope to find.
Walking the rocky path in pain,
I glimpse my world and bow in shame,
“Fight the good Fight” our Mother’s said,
Practicality reigns over Principle’s head.
Desperate longing to no avail,
Life is now a pugilist’s tale,
Winds of privilege blow no more,
Money the nectar of the whore.
I stand alone on the field,
Refuse to bend, will never yield,
Rage defends the passion mine,
Enemies are at the line.
My message on wing of birds,
Waging battle with only words,
Lights shine again I know not when,
Eyes of the Kings watch from heaven.