A shot cracks, blood spurts,
A second of stunned silence...
The President's dead.
Author's Note:
My second attempt at getting this right to fit the prompt.
It will be 60 years this November 22nd. since the day John F. Kennedy was killed by Lee Harvey Oswald as the president was riding in an open-topped car, with the first lady at his side, during a presidential motorcade in Dallas. Although Jacqueline Kennedy rarely traveled with her husband on political trips she had decided to join him for this one to Texas.
After the shooting, Mrs. Kennedy refused to take off her pink Chanel suit, stained with her husband's blood because she wanted the world to see what "they" had done to him.
Her suit has never been cleaned and is stored at the National Archives and will not be shown to the public until at least 2103 at the request of the Kennedy family.
https://www.aarp.org/politics-society/history/remembering-john-f-kennedy/
The Camelot myth that surrounded the Kennedy family was built on their youth (he was the second-youngest president ever elected at age 43) , socializing jet-setting style life style and their charismatic attractiveness.
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Lea Springer
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Comments (2)
such an important haiku! great work, Lea
This one deserve special attention. I am glad you worked on it until you were satisfied