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John F McCullagh
Poems
Jul 2018
A child of Then
I lay down on my living room floor
Convinced that the world would end.
A crisis off Cuba with missiles enroute.
Yes, I am a Child of Then.
A lady in pink with blood on her dress.
A President shot in the head.
I remember where I was exactly that day
for I am a Child of Then.
Police battle Blacks, Watts is in flames
Protests rage on without end.
King is dead at the hand of a bigoted man
Yes, I am a Child of Then.
Camelots heir sought to bind up the wounds
Then Sirhan Sirhan shot him dead.
Bobby bled out on the kitchen tiled floor
for I am a Child of Then.
Asian girl running, naked, on a dirt country road.
A Viet Cong man shot in the head.
Fifty Eight Thousand names on a wall
Yes, I am a Child of Then.
poem suggested by my poet friend Leafsailor
Written by
John F McCullagh
63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)
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