John Wilkes Brutus

Oh Brutus

Ne’er you knew John Wilkes Booth’us, and

Tis’ a shame because you’re hearts twain the same, and

The men you slew were tyrants without shame

Ah! Brutus you knew Julius was a god, and

Booth’us you killed father Abraham… How odd!

Did you possess John Wilkes Booth’us, and

Was it Caesar who lived once again?

He starved, burned, and looted us

Laughed at the rape of our daughters and kin

Today they cry over Rome, yet

 Still at Lincoln’s Memorial they weep

How they pine for their despots to rise from their sleep

Out of their home in hell wishing all would leap, but always

 The spirits of Brutus and Booth’us return their souls for Lucifer to keep

Oh Booth’us

You were the shootist who came in early, but

Four years too late

Was it fate on that date you would demonstrate “Sic Semper Tyrannis”

Is God’s gift gratis to souls who die in hope of sovereign status?

Oh Brutus, Oh Booth’us

Their evil still pollutes us

We are servants of ghost you made

Their soldiers parade with full cannonade, and

Tread on banners of Dixie we made, but

 God hears our cry and send us his aid

Oh Brutus, Oh Booth’us

You were both feared ‘truthist’, but

We’ve put away our swords, and

Now drive pick-up Chevys and Fords

Fear not brethren of right for we will not be deterred

This time we kill with a  word…  TRUTH!                                            

Michael O'Quinn 05/05/2005