Anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
You know I just looked around and he's gone
I loved Teddy Kennedy so much
Because he was flawed
Because he crawled back from hell
Overcame so much
That many of us couldn’t
And because most of all that he cared
Agree with him or not
That man cared…………….
One of our elders is gone
One of our protectors has
Moved on
Watching the Kennedy funeral
brings back
Well memories
Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone
November 22, 1963, was the day John Kenney was killed
I was about 9 years old
My sister donna and I along with
the rest of the kids In our school,
Were sent home
Some how or another
Donna and I knew that some thing terrible had happened
Lots of terrible things were happening then
Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone
Civil rights, war and more
But this was different a president
That my parent loved
Had been killed
I remember my mother being quiet
Real quiet
People were scared
We lived at 143 Catherine st in Elizabeth then
Over my grandfather Major cleaning show
Anyway we went outside to our second story
Back porch
Strangely enough
We found a dead pigeon on the porch
So donna and I decided
To have a funeral for the bird
And for the dead president
So we buried that bird
Under a loose board on the board
And we had our funeral
Complete with pray
We were a Baptist deacons kids
We knew how to pray
Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, it's gonna be one day
After wards I remember my Cousin Virginia
Coming over to the house
She was the first afro centric
She was dressed as partly African
With a short cropped afro
And she came and go us
With her high pitched laugh
We called her the witch
And her presence
Broke the spell of a presidents
Death and we became kids again
The I remember through the years
Watching the others
Who were soon to die
Watching Bobby
And Martin
Has any body here
Seen my old friend Abraham
So Edward Kennedy
We salute you
People are speaking now of your greatness
And of your flaws
But most of al of your transience
From dad times
From crazy times
To productive times
So I salute you are a hero
To all of us
Who have had problems
And endured
Flowered and prospered
Oh not as great as you Ted
You did too much
For too long
Take a rest
Join your brothers
Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin and John
And Ted
Today ill look for another
Pigeon
And some place in Newark
Ill stand out in the rain
And remember you
Your brothers
And a family
That has always been like
My family
God bless……………..
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