Return to Dallas:  The JFK Assassination 

                                                   The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
                                                                                                                                   -Dante

They’ve Shot John F. Kennedy

 

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

He’s lying in Arlington

Overlooking Washington

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

 

The energy, the faith, the devotion

Which we bring to this endeavor

Will light our country and all who serve it.

And the glow from that fire can truly light the world.


 

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

He’s lying in Arlington

Overlooking Washington

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

 

 

Hey, Hey LBJ

How many boys did you kill today?

How many boys did you kill today?

NSAM-263

NSAM263

Hey, Hey LBJ

How many boys did you kill today?

NSAM263

NSAM263

Peace-Is it impossible? Is it unreal?

Peace is attainable. Peace around the world.

 

No radiation in the air

Or sneak attacks with millions dead

Those deadly mushroom clouds vanquished

A limited test ban treaty languished

The World War II warriors disagreed.

And they convened a council of war.

Take heed!

Take heed!

 

The CIA and Army Intel and Joint Chiefs high-flyers

Conspired with the Pentagon cruci-fiers

Fighting the Cold War as if Hitler was still alive

They had overthrown Mosaddeq, Árbenz

and a dozen more.

They were the best at killing- and covering up

Without starting a war.

 

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

He’s lying in Arlington

Overlooking Washington

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave.

 

I’m just a patsy. I have no legal representation.

They’re holding me because I lived in the Soviet Union

I work in that building.

No, sir I didn’t shoot anybody.

I didn’t shoot anybody!

I didn’t shoot anybody!

I didn’t shoot anybody!

I'm just a patsy!

 

Assassins in the shadows

Assassins on the roof.

Rifles in the buildings

Smoke from knoll and pergola ledge

Sharpshooters on the railroad bridge

Plausible denial

Plausible denial

Plausible denial

For the guilty men

Plausible denial

 

 

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

He’s lying in Arlington

Overlooking Washington

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

 

Letters to Khrushchev

Talkin’ to Fidel

Kennedy’s got to go

Kennedy’s got to go

Before ‘64

Kennedy's got to go

Send in the teams.

Kennedy’s got to go

 

 

Send them to Chicago

Send them to Miami

Send them to Dallas

Send them into hell.

Send them into hell!

 

He never carpet-bombed Cuban soil

Never nuked the red Ruskie hordes

We gave him Northwoods and Mongoose

And lost his nerve at  Bahía de Cochinos

He’s got to go

He’s gut to go

 

 

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

He’s lying in Arlington

Overlooking Washington

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

 

Mockingbird, Mockingbird

Hear no evil see no evil

Oswald is underground

And the criminals ran free

Mockingbird, Mockingbird

If you talked you died

And the criminals ran free.

And the criminals ran free.

 

There’s an eternal flame in Arlington

Flickering by day. Flickering at night.

And history is incomplete

Replete with criminals at the top

And criminals scraping the bottom

The winds of change-across the Potomac

Justice in God’s court soon

Justice in God’s court soon.

 

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave

He’s lying in Arlington

Overlooking Washington

They’ve shot John F. Kennedy

And put him in his grave.

The River Stops Here 

 


The river stops here, just down the street

I’m live and have arrived- to see death repeat.

In this frozen mausoleum where time stands still,

Taking photographs like a visitor touring hell.

 

Forty-three years hence and I still cannot believe.

A cold dark wind rose from the depths of evil.

It stirred from the corner of the railroad overpass

And continued a deadly swath atop the hilly grass.

 

This road is stained with our country’s blood and grief.

Fifty-five thousand followed the fallen Commander in Chief.

They marched into the plaza and disappeared below the overpass.

As I walked from Houston and Main to a sniper’s facade inside the glass.

For those guilty of his murder, justice in God’s court soon .

The eternal crack of the rifles echo from 30 minutes after noon

I possess a persistent pain that cries forever inside of me.

The river stops here.

It will flow no more and will never be.