“X” marks the spot
it stains a busy street
into a freeway,
where our innocence was taken
one spirited November afternoon
over forty years have passed
but, I can still hear the cries
trace the ghosts through the grassy knolls
“pop, pop, pop”
out goes freedom
through a six-story window
or was it just a diversion
to spell all the conspiracy theorists?
This man was no saint
But, he brought about much good
that seems to be missing now
with a world full of lesser angels
to fill two heavens
“X” marks the spot
where America’s hearts
never again pretended,
their lives would continue unaffected
all declared wars have a price
it started the killing line
Malcolm X
MLK
Bobby Kennedy
the world left wondering
“Damn, who’s next?”
How many tragic “X’s”?
Conspiracies the mind perplexes
“X” marks the spot
the start of the U.S.
in the terrorists cross hairs
fast forward,
buildings fall in pairs
Do remnants of the cold war abound?
I look at my country now
and wish JFK was around
“X” marks the spot
where America’s pain was caught on film
frozen bullets with many names
Democracy never felt the same
I walk down Elm Street
Silent whispers in the trees
I hear history breathe
“X” marks the spot
where fear still dominates the news today
and a Bush administration
more intent on selling trepidation,
while civil liberties deteriorate
JFK warned,
“Let us never negotiate out of fear.
But let us never fear to negotiate.”
– Rafael Andrade Garza © March 26, 2007