Poor Mister Lincoln
Poor Mister Lincoln
Shoulders cowed
Watched Freedom’s ark sinking
From Heaven’s redoubt
A country divided
An idea torn to shreds
Cried poor Mister Lincoln
My Union is dead
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2018
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