John F. Kennedy: The Flame and the Future
From Boston’s winds to nation’s flame,
He dreamed not small, but reached the skies,
With courage born of truth, not guise.
In Cold War chill, he stood with grace,
And etched his will in history’s face.
Ask not, he said, what you might gain,
But serve with heart through joy and pain.
He walked through time with steady stride,
With vision wide and hope as guide.
A sailor bold, a brother brave,
He lit the path he could not save.
For civil rights, he raised his hand,
And dared to dream a fairer land.
Though shadows closed on Dallas day,
His legacy would light the way.
A torch passed on, his dream still burns—
In every heart, his echo turns.
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