The Angel Poem by Timothy Long

The Angel

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The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped race of the slaved. That man is the great Abraham Lincoln. Abe was assassinated by the evil who he tried to help. Killed by a traitor and south lover John Wilkes Booth. There is a saying once, he belongs to the angels now. And that is where he is now.

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 June 2016

he belongs to the angels now. And that is where he is now. Eulogy to Abraham Lincoln......... his story is very touching...... his life and his achievements to abolish slavery. he was really guided by God Almighty. thank you dear poet for this poem. tony

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David Wood 16 April 2013

A great story that kept me interested. A good write.

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Timothy Long

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Auburn, New York
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