Golden Eagle (a poem by stephen richard eng regarding john f. kennedy's assassination)

Golden Eagle
(a poem by stephen richard eng regarding john f. kennedy's assassination)

John Kennedy was not the wisest President we’ve known,
He should have looked the other way, and left this land alone;
But dying’s just another way of learning how to live,
And living’s something you can’t keep--it’s something you must give

John Kennedy was just a man, and men are born to die,
He wasn’t like some eagle that was born to rule the sky,
But even eagles touch the sun and sometimes burn their wings,
And even eagles do get shot, like Presidents and kings.

They shot a Golden Eagle from the sky,
They shot a Golden Eagle from the sky.

I think we lost a little more than Kennedy, you know,
We lost a Golden Eagle born two hundred years ago;
And every witness either dies, or else he disappears;
But maybe we can learn the truth, inside of fifty years.

But money bought the bullets, and some money bought the guns,
And money keeps it quiet just who are the guilty ones;
But how can money measure all the liberty we’ve lost?
They shot a Golden Eagle, but you guess who pays the cost.

They shot a Golden Eagle from the sky,
They shot a Golden Eagle from the sky.
11-18-73
--stephen richard eng