John Wilkes Booth's Lament
Our cause being lost,
I have given up all
that makes life sweet and holy.
Repent? I may before God,
but not man.
With the curse of Cain
I must fight the course,
God simply made me
the instrument of his punishment!
May He let me die bravely;
'tis all that's left me.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 5, 2012 (selected words from last diary entry)
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This if for Poetry Jam - this week's them Forgiveness (or lack thereof!)
and Friday Flash 55 (next week July 12). Below is the appointment book John Wilkes Booth carried on his body and wrote in after the April 14 assassination. HERE is the entire entry. Being an actor, he loved words, drama, and the limelight, but I took the liberty to shorten it for him in 55 words :)
The first place I visited in Washington D.C. was Ford's Theatre. I sat in the seats and looked up into the balcony where Booth shot President Lincoln and then he jumped to the stage shouting in Latin "Sic simper Tyrannis" (Thus always to tyrants).
A walked the winding stairs upon which Booth tread, derringer in his pocket, vengeance in his heart. Before Gettysburg, Booth's original plan was to kidnap Lincoln and transport him to the South. If he had been successful, history would have rewritten him a hero as the "winner" writes the pages of history.