REOPEN KENNEDY CASE

When causes cease to move one's heart

and cynicism rises to the fore,

arms won't raise in pain's angered art

nor blast the blighters evermore.

Tongues turned terse oft opinions stirred

no longer join the common cry,

curses bit back, refrain from bitter word;

passions crested, before, now die.

And does the counter-reformation stink

as boldly 'neath the summer's sun

as when winter's candle paused to think

bitter foundations were surely done.

Lock-and-load gaze now transfixed, blurred

vision is failing feeble trials contrite

while deep in bosom, still whisper words

waiting patient for a call to fight.

I really like it. One of your best, IMO.

Thanks, Stan.

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