Assassination of President Abraham Lincoln

The grief of a nation depressed mankind
As the death of a president left the world blind,
Whose infamous moment of his swell legacy
Changed all normality.

The country's bleeding heart felt sick and sore
When they heard, "The President was shot," more and more.
"Who dared to hurt our honest Abraham?"
And wished this a scam.

John Wilkes Booth killed with pity shame,
And murdered with madness at his destructive aim.
The fatal shot sealed Abe's life;
Oh, mercy to his wife!

Mary vowed the thought that time was a thief.
She witnessed the murder; imaginer her grief!
Their betrothment pure as a mother's love;
Now continues from above.

Booth leapt from the balcony and shattered a bone,
Then he rushed out the door and dashed like a drone.
Despair dragged him into a barn
Since he left a cairn.

"Oh, Garret farmhouse! Spare my life!"
And agonized the thought of his soon-to-be wife;
The house opposed to lend a hand.
Will he withstand?

Union soldiers embedded a fire,
Budding only higher and higher.
Booth moved inside the blazing shed,
And had qualms of dread.

Struck with horror as he fled:
Bang! came a blast, and Shoop! to his head.
John's last words left everyone clueless,
"Useless, useless."

No one felt certain to those words,
But he died at dawn and overhead soared birds.
The historic occurrence holds its place,
But what a disgrace!

Desired to visit the Holy Land,
His death dismissed what was planned.
Heaven's his home and is now a resident;
Salute to the President.

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