Debra Kay Robinson

(Sioux City, IA)

At What Cost? (A JFK Tribute Poem)


November 22,1963

Three shots,

One life.



Without warning

History made…

Forever changed.



Three shots,

One life.



Twenty-five years,

November 22,1988.

Too young to remember

(Not too young)

To respect



Three shots,

One life.



Fifty years,

November 22,2013

A world changed,

Forever to question,

At what cost?

© Copyright 1988

Dedicated to the 25th Anniversary of the assignation of JFK and in future tribute to the 50th Anniversary.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 18, 2014

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I wrote this back in 1988 in anticipation of the 25th anniversary of JFK's Assassination with the latter part in anticipation of the 50th year anniversary.

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