Lincolns Death Poem by Gerard Woods
Lincolns Death
President Lincoln
Lies with a bullet
In his head,
Though still alive,
he is yet to be dead.
John Wilks Booth has
Won the race,
For Laffaetts men
Cannot keep pace.
So a scapegoat is needed
to allude the public gaze
Who better than John William Boyed
to take Booths grave.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: ballad
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I read a book called the 'Lincoln Conspiracie' about the assassination of President Lincoln which was made into a film in the
early 70s
early 70s
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