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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
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