Remembering Lincoln’s Assassination Day With A Hat Tip To Robert Emmet Whelan Poem by Bill Grace

Remembering Lincoln’s Assassination Day With A Hat Tip To Robert Emmet Whelan



When Booth pulled off his caper
killed Lincoln with his fiery blast
he could not have hurt
the South more
set the madness of gallows
in motion
deflected grief from its
more proper course
Lincoln's death was the final period
from throwing off King George’s yoke,
which took another fiery blast.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: violence
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Call from REW reminded me of this being Lincoln's death day. Had been reading Paul Johnson's interpretation of Lincoln's life in 'Heroes.'
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