Mr. Lincoln

Sitting in the theatre

Unaware of what is behind

Comes up an unknown feature

A terrifying find


A click and there is Mr. President

And there goes Mr. Booth

Now in Lincoln you see the indent

The shooter, escaping by the skin of his tooth


The death that shook the nation

The criminal that did the Devil’s work

All because of discrimination

The favored president, he took


Now it is all formal

You don’t understand

As you look up at his memorial

Why he was taken, he who took a stand

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My country
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