I’ve been to Memphis and the place
Where
ML King was shot,
But
where I was when it occurred,
I
must say I forgot.
Of
course I grieved, the way I did
When
RFK was killed,
Two
lives destroyed when both had
So
much good to be fulfilled.
Assassinations
always hurt,
For
mostly they deprive
The
world of all the victims tried
To
do when still alive.
The
death of JFK, to me,
Is
etched inside my brain,
Where
all the details when I heard
Indelibly
remain.
Yet,
though it wasn’t quite the same
For
Martin Luther King,
His
birthday’s a reminder
Of
a man worth honoring.
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