Around the shadowed corner, wicked lies,
Through telescopic lens and focussed eyes.
The autumn trees encapsulate the path
And crunch beneath the wheels they idolise.

The building crowds descend before the knoll
To catch a glimpse of this passing idol.
He, showered from all sides with the applause
And peppered from above by seasons fall.

Idyllic is this scene to which he greets,
As smiling faces line the city streets
But soon the smiles will fade in disarray
Through murderous intentions indiscreet.

The polished carriage turns the corner slow
Whilst soaking up the rapture in its flow
And then it steadies to a deathly crawl,
Allowing three their targeting to hone.

And as the open casket slows its pace
A crack of rifle fire fills the place.
But drowned by cheering crowds that do not see
The terror on the now condemned man’s face.

His wife, confused, knows not quite what to do,
Attends the man she’s loved since ‘52,
But with a further crack, the bullet falls
And splits her only love at once in two.

Her screaming filled that plaza, flecked with hate
But few were yet aware of this man’s fate,
She falls onto the metal painted black
And scrambles to retrieve her husbands’ traits.

Not two, nor three but four times they have won,
As autumn leaves fall drunk to winters sun.
The cheers begin to give way to the screams
For now they see their idol is undone.

And all the while the cowards sit up high,
Watching with sheer gladness at him die
But soon the grandest act is to begin,
As conspirators set the greatest lie.

And like a virus, this is quickly spread
As nations demand justice for their dead
But all the while his woman holds his hand
And mourns her shattered love upon the bed.