Conceive It Proper Poem by Erin Bryce

Doctor of man I am nothing in compare to either of their merit
Between gentlemen, despicable and more despicable are not worth the pains of a distinction
A man here lost his life and I sat by idly, I sorrowfully swear it
The ludicrousness of such an honor defense will be here admitted without discretion

Burr never treated me badly in fact we were somewhat friends
‘Twas a fair fight, Pendleton and I both agree
Even for him this duel ended sadly the lives of his daughter and his politics both met their ends
This fight was foolish and my part in it I still do not see

Though it had just began the shot ended that fateful day
Colonial B advanced toward General H in a regretful gesture, this courtesy quite new
And I, humble William Van Ness, looked in horror away
Without speaking, Colonial Aaron Burr turned about and withdrew

To fully understand what truly has been
More than one side must be always be seen