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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required OTHER THAN THAT MRS. LINCOLN,HOW WAS THE SHOW? Gettysburg has long since grown cold by too many graves Because a tall man yearned to free the slaves Those who white thought darkness a curse As John Wilkes Booth stood ready to rehearse How dare this man with a top hat and hopes so high dare dream that freedom was more than simply a lie? This man who was more than a myth and more than a man While freedom was something he would not allow the betrayal of freedom to ban The widowhood of war was something he could stand no more As he wished opened a well-locked door His enemies desired his death While his compatriots wished him unending breath For this was a man who added up the parts And the sum was all the hopeful hearts Those who as refugees proffer a prayer While freedom’s tunnel was the hopeful’s lair I can still hear his bell loudly ring And still suffer Mr. Booth’s sting The tall man was a dove offering flight to the grounded And the heartlessness which wretchedly abounded Democracy was his credo known and spoken in a most sympathetic way From the staggering bodies that bled and died for the U.S.A. He saw all men as equal in body, spirit and mind Ah, but there are none so blind He did not determine who would starve and those who would eat All he wanted was a country united by the discreet So his ship sailed on until it was sunken in a bloody river of red And Gettysburg became a fundamentally sorrowful bed A place where sleep the souls who heard Mr. Lincoln’s voice And believed that every man should be offered an equal choice A well placed bullet put an end to a presidential dream’s relief Past a reef of grief This tall bearded man’s legacy is Mr. Obama who defeated the odds And prayed to a multitude of Gods Abe’s was an undeniably accurate truth One that died because of a bastard named Booth And my top hats off to Mr. Lincoln and his kind Yet as I said previously, there are none so blind © 2012….copyright...PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
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