Assassination?

Assassination? The country lane I walked on twisted and turned I didn’t know what next to see after a new bend, I like it so a straight road, one I see till it disappears into blue yonder, is scary fear I will not reach its end. People came walking up behind me, I stood aside and took my cap off; it was the lady, I had seen jogging on this road, strolling along with a tall, dark man, in his shadow she looked timid and insignificant, with a smile glued firmly on her red lips, this gave a hint of deep sadness, that of one who had lost the highest office in modern time. A step or so behind them, ambled another man, with a fun sign on his back that read: ” We have suffered now it is our turn to dish it out, kick me if you dare.” I heard the cough of a colt forty-five, and the tall shadow fell to the ground, the fixed smile stood motionless in the baffling glare of the midday sun, the man, with amusing sign, had run into the bushes; smoke spiralled from his hand, a cigar? Sky darkened, thousands of war planes loaded with smart, cluster, bunker busting, stupid and sweet, looking bombs for any surviving children of the catastrophe that was about to befall their country.