It was at noon
When the president got shot,
And in Spain.
The bullet penetrated his chest
But it imbedded in my soul
And perhaps in the heart of the Nation
Back in America
To witness this assassination,
Why was it my fate?
In the despair it caused,
I called my wife and kids
To give my bleeding words,
And get my heart mended.
But, it was no avail,
The bullet sunk into my heart
Even deeper.
Then came the most unexpected,
An explosion
As I was just finishing the call
As I opened my eyes
Grey ashes stood their ground
I saw
Children crying in pain
Adults aiding children.
One bodyguard still stood,
While others were tightly
embracing the Earth.
Guilt began to enwrap me
Like a giant python
Winding against my rib cage.
It was my fault
As I saw the man
Near a window in an upper floor.
But, I ignored my guts feeling.
How can I live
Hereafter
With my negligent guilt heart?