In the realm of mysteries, a tale unfolds,

A question that lingers, a story yet untold.

Did the CIA conspire, in shadows veiled,

To silence John F. Kennedy, a truth unveiled?

The echoes of that day, still reverberate,

As theories emerge, fueled by fervent debate.

A web of speculation, intricate and wide,

Did the CIA's hand play a part in JFK's stride?

A president's vision, a nation's guiding light,

Cut short in Dallas, on that fateful day's plight.

The grassy knoll whispers secrets untold,

As theories unfold, mysteries to behold.

Was it a lone gunman, acting on his own,

Or a grand conspiracy, through corridors unknown?

The CIA, an agency shrouded in intrigue,

A puppeteer's masterstroke, or a web of deceit?

Documents declassified, glimpses of hidden truth,

Yet the answers remain elusive, buried in the booth.

Whispers in the corridors, whispers in the night,

A labyrinth of secrets, veiled out of sight.

In this realm of uncertainty, we search for the light,

Seeking the answers, to bring truth into sight.

But amidst the speculation, one truth we must hold,

The legacy of JFK, forever untold.

So let us reflect, on that fateful November day,

The impact of JFK's presence, still lingers and stays.

As we delve into the mysteries, the questions that reside,

May we remember his vision, his words as our guide.

For in the realm of history, the truth may never be clear,

Yet the spirit of JFK, forever will persevere.

In the hearts of the people, his legacy lives on,

A reminder of courage, a legacy that's drawn.

The question of the CIA's role, forever unresolved,

A tale that captures imaginations, yet leaves us involved.

As we contemplate the likelihood, the pieces we arrange,

Let us honor JFK's memory, as the times change.

Cancel culture kinda died?

This has been popular for a long time…

Probably means that people are missing the target.