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[bodytext] => You were cut down in your prime Just as you were bringing change You knew that “NOW” was the time To “fix” things here, at the home-front, range For reasons unknown, or weird, or strange He decided you were his enemy Maybe he did not like all this change But that’s no reason to refuse to see “America needs change FIRST, you see” You said to all the reporters “Peace and change on the home-front is key” Agreed all of your young supporters So many, were your fine supporters Peace, Love, and Kindness all were needed in that day You decided to take down all the hindering borders And let the young people have their say Many across the map liked your way But someone didn’t really understand Then, in an instant, he took it all away And left us without your guiding hand Why call you such names in what could’ve been a great land? Why bother to shoot you AND your goals? Why make it so we’re left in quicksand Sinking lower and lower in our own deep holes? When they took you away to patch up those souls Your followers, how they cried and cried Days later when they heard the bell tolls They then knew that you had died So why in the world could he not abide By the laws of three times three? What went around should have come around when you died Back to him, your “unknown” enemy Is it never enough to always be At war with one another? This world and our country still cannot see The pain we cause each other If only you had been someone else’s brother The streak of bad luck would have ceased You would have been above all the others If only you’d not been taken by the Death Beast If you had been chosen, oh yes, what a feast There would have been in your time But now you’re gone, and, to say the least, It was, and still is, a heinous crime You were cut down in your prime Just as you knew change was needed War, war, more war, and crime Are there, and still, Peace and Love aren’t heeded This poem is dedicated with much Peace and Love to Robert “Bobby” Kennedy and the whole Kennedy family for their hard and extensive political work to try and change our potentially great country. It is also dedicated to the other victims from the night of the brutal murder; they were fond supporters of Bobby Kennedy and were also wounded by Sirhan Sirhan. Also, here is to hoping that Sirhan Sirhan sees the error of his ways and for him to understand what a shame it is that he had to resort to such a crime. Here’s hoping that he can be forgiven by all who loved Kennedy and that he will know, from now on, that the notion that Peace, Love and change in this country is what will make the future of our planet Earth a brighter one; with the change and growth of the Universe, there should be change and growth among all beings that live in it. This poem is also dedicated to everyone who has lost someone influential in their lives, and to all of the actors/actresses, musicians, and basic good people who were also prematurely silenced by the hand of Death, including, but not limited to: John Lennon Heath Ledger George Carlin Big Bopper John F. Kennedy George Harrison Bernie Mac Buddy Holly John Denver John Belushi And any others that haven’t had the chance to show the world what more they were capable of… Peace IN, Cupid [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Cupid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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