The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

Your rifle wasn't just aiming at a man.

Quite the contrary.

At 6:05pm, April 4, 1968, you shot a Dream.
Your bullet pierced mortal flesh.
You assumed it could kill immortality.
Believing you could put out embers,
You snuffed out our biggest candle. 

Isn't it ironic that you only 
Set the country more on fire?

Isn't it paradoxical that he is gone,
But his Dream still lives on in all of us?



~Written by: Virgenal Owens