On The Death By Murder Of John Lennon Poem by Lionel Stevenson

On The Death By Murder Of John Lennon



On the death by Murder of John Lennon

Oh John,
How could we know,
That you would be,
So Precious?

A man.
Just a man.
Just to be a man.

Oh John,
The bullet,
Pierced the heart,
Of all but you.

Such a mark,
You've made,
In all of us.

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