Poem The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln

The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln
It was brief and short sad moments of time
That still flashes and rings in the painful memory of the country
Enjoying and his wife the play  "Our American Cousin"
And in the midst of the laughter and roar of the audience
A southerner John Wilkes Booth full of anchor, rancor and revenge
He entered the Lincoln's lounge hitting the president by a bullet
It was fatal and landed in the back of the head
The assassin jumped from the balcony and injured his leg
and outside the theater he fled on a horseback heading to the south
Two weeks later he met his end by a single bullet of Sergeant Boston Corbett
Hitting him in the head in a burning barn of a Virginia farm
The assassination  of Abraham Lincoln added a new wound
to a nation whose wounds did not heal yet from long civil war
The irony Abraham Lincoln death was at the peak of his triumph
A victory marred the end of bruising civil war
A nation united again and looking for the future
And towering all that the ending of long centuries of slavery
Bringing dignity and honor for all mankind
And opening the long road for full equality and struggle
for all races who live and share the land of America