Booth

As a follow-up to last Friday's blog, I thought I'd post a poem I wrote about John Wilkes Booth a few years ago.  Feel free to comment if you wish.  Enjoy!

Booth

Skin pure as snow

Thespian voice never to be heard again

Now blood-stained hands

The “Pretty Boy’ falls

Into the pages of history

Never to be acclaimed

As he wished.

Booth says:

No tears should be shed

For I am the savior of

The South.

My cause is real.

Do not mourn

For me.

No tears should be shed

For I am the savior of

The South.

They will curse

My name,

But I saw righteousness

At the beginning.

No tears should be shed

For I am the savior of

The South.

And now the time for death

Has drawn near.

I will honor my country to the

Very utmost.

The tyrant is dead.

My duty is done

No tears should be shed

For I am a savior of

The South