Kent

Balmy and pleasant, first Monday in May, their passions burning like fire
A chickadee chirps at the crack of an egg, life in abundance abounds
But on that day, it could also be heard, pistol shots fifteen minutes prior

Over one hundred yards away, guardsmen fired sixty-seven rounds
Twenty-nine edgy men pulled the trigger on their rifle
Under a cloudless day, four students fell on University grounds

Since that day, the fourth of May, many have tried to stifle
But secrecy looks foul when justice is sought, it’s best to be transparent
Back in 1970, coming fresh off hippie days when life was a trifle

We lay to rest the hottest fears, those moods that stir up the aberrant
Toss flowers on graves and cross ourselves; pretend it’s not that dire
But the nature of war, of the human heart, knows conquest is inherent

Ohio State was a bed of unrest, flames reaching ever higher
Sandra and Bill were just two kids, to protest, they didn’t even aspire

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"Always try to add a little fizz and ginger to everything you write." --Matthew Stibbe

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