Staging The Assassination Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Three shooters, none of whom were named as a suspect, waited for the signal
While the one who would take the blame made a sandwich and had a coke
They had it all figured out
What are you going to believe - your own senses or what I am telling you?

It wasn't that he was a particularly good leader nor that he was a particularly good man
But they needed the shock of his death to push their agenda
The moment the bullets whistle, no one remembers who was on the side of what issue

The theorizer in the basement keeps meticulous motes
He makes a very good guest for a radio show
He has been permanently marginalized despite the physical evidence he presents

They flew planes into buildings
And blamed primitives who lived in caves in the desert
They tapped your phones and monitored your e-mails
They said this was for your own safety

The next Caesar they bump off
The next war launched on false pretenses
They'll do it in your name
And tighten their hold on your neck at the same time