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John Wilkes Booth

June 1, 2016
By GODsaves SILVER, West Chester, Pennsylvania
GODsaves SILVER, West Chester, Pennsylvania
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Rage flooded my mind at the news,

how could he!

The Confederate states should choose,

become free.

 

I need to stop him,

need to make it quick.

 

I have rounded up the followers,

close friends of mine.

I bribed them with the dollars,

and to have their courage shine.

 

I need to stop him,

need to make it quick.

 

Plan

Plan

Plan

Plan

 

I need to stop him,

need to make it quick.

 

The night comes,

the play is on,

death drums,

and the blood is drawn.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Run away for fear of death,

to a safe house,

pain in my leg catches my breath,

be quiet like a mouse.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

A friend finds me,

we team up,

have to agree,

on what story to make up.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Run

Run

Run

Run

 

A man notices,

gives us room,

expresses his condolences,

then sets us in our tomb.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Riders find us in the night,

can’t escape the cage,

I yell at them to stand and fight,

but instead I face their rage.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Fire swallows,

burning the jail,

there is no need for the gallows,

for there is one little detail.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Pain cuts through flesh,

falling to the floor,

dripping now blood is fresh,

they kick down the door.

 

I have stopped him,

I made it quick.

 

Can’t move,

no reason,

what’s to prove?

death for treason.

 

They have stopped me,

they made it slow.

 

Useless

Useless

Useless

Useless

 

They have stopped me,

they made it slow.


The author's comments:

In this poem, John Wilkes Booth expresses his plans for the murder of President Lincoln. He discusses his thoughts about going through with the murder, as well as his thoughts that lead up to his own death. 

Accounts in history told that John Wilkes Booth had help from a friend who later then met up with him on the road in their escape. After a while of traveling they meet a farmer who welcomed them into his home, but when he bade them to sleep in his barn, the farmer locked them in and turned them over to the Union soldiers. Since Booth refused to surrender, the barn was burned and he was shot through the neck, rendering him paralyzed. Booth's last words were, "Useless, useless". He had been referring to his paralyzed hands and body.


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CianaB GOLD said...
on Aug. 22 2016 at 11:33 am
CianaB GOLD, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania
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I really like this poem! The word choice and repetition seems well chosen, and I also like how it's from his point of view.