The Assassins Song Poem by Steven Reeve

Today’s the day,
Or so they say,
The President must die,
Oh, how the people will cry.

Security men around him stand,
Music is coming from the Marine band,
One shot, one chance,
I’ll make the security men dance.

The sun shines bright,
It gives off too much light,
The sun in my eyes reflected,
May send my bullet deflected.

It has already begun,
And now I must use my gun,
One shot, one chance,
Let me see those G-men dance.

The bullet flies through the air,
And enters that skull so fair,
They see me,
I turn to flee.

Today’s the day,
Or so they say,
Now I must die,
I don’t think anyone will cry.