The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln
It was brief and short sad moment of time
That still flashes and rings in the painful memory of the country
Enjoying and his wife Mary Todd the play 'Our American Cousin'
In the midst of the laughter and roar of the audience
A southerner John Wilkes Booth full of anger, rancor and revenge
He entered the Lincoln's lounge hitting the president by a bullet
It was fatal and landed in the back of Lincoln's head
The assassin jumped from the balcony and injured his leg
Outside the theater he fled on a horse heading to the south
Two weeks later he met his end
A single bullet of Sergeant Boston Corbett hitting him in the head
Trapped in a burning barn of a Virginia farm laid dead
The assassination of Abraham Lincoln opened a new wound
to a nation whose wounds did not heal yet from long civil war
The irony Abraham Lincoln death was at the peak of his triumph
A long thought victory after many years of bruising civil war
A nation united again and looking for the future
Ending centuries of slavery and humiliation of blacks in chains
A promise to bringing dignity and honor for all mankind races
Opening the long road for full equality and Justice
A holy struggle for all to live in peace and harmony
For all who share the land of America and call it their home
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