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.

poem by Lionel Stevenson
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