The Death of George Washington
Modern Satire
After a rough election and rough years for the country, as the country was trying to get pass a tough election. I needed the help of my friend George Washington. And he reassured me that he was in good health and good spirits. So we hit the campaign trail and we fought bravely and defended our record. And I surprisingly won against Thomas Jefferson. The country was still an experiment and not yet carved into history and not yet great enough to be independent of the General or Washington. Yes I John Adams, the sole witness of it all among other witnesses. We needed much progress. We needed much wit and influence. And Washington had it all. He intrigued me with his humor and thoughts. And I thought we should have a long friendship after all we had a lot alike. We were both countrymen, we were both statesmen, we were both lovers of our wives and we saw eye to eye on most policies. And we were even cousins as we shared the ancestor John Washington. And George would love coming over to my house and spending time with my large family. Even in winter he would make his way with his wife to dine with our family. We had a common bound. We were both determined to make America carved into the pages of history and forever a changer of governance and empowering the people. A nation where we can be morally guided yet strong on the will of the people to prove justice and strengthen ties. George and I had high hopes for the country that we created and that we loved. What is this? I received a message from Martha Washington. I knew Martha as long as I knew George, I was George's Best Man and my wife Abigail was Martha's Maid of Honor. Oh no she said it is urgent. I must stop what I am doing to visit my old friend. Being president is nothing without George's guidance, he encouraged and inspired me for the job. As I am riding down to Virginia, I hope my friend is alright. It will be sometime before I reached him. And after sometime quickly met Martha at the doorway. And she said It's George. He usually recovered but he isn't recovering that fast. I don't know John. And as I took off my hat with a frown, Martha introduced me to him. And he had a grin but cough profusely. He said John I don't know how long I have. I don't know if it is my time. Preserve the country. Too many have fought for our nation. Don't let them take it back. Don't let our country fall apart. Be quick to lead as I led with dignity and honor. And remember what we fought for. I tried to lighten the mood, Ah yes Mr. Washington. You have already done that and more. Remember when we went fishing with your brother. Remember the dinners we had together. Then I pat his hand and said Friend I will do everything everything within my power to keep your legacy and this country together. You are the President now and forever. You have set the immeasurable precedent. You are I know you don't like this. You are America's King. And Vice President Jefferson entered and said I heard news about you uncle. I did not know how sick you were. You know I will take good care of Aunt Martha. You too have been like parents to me. And Washington said grinned and said I know you mean well Thomas. You are just like your grandfather who I worked for. Don't lose hope if you keep my legacy and this country together you will be president one day. And the other founders came along with notable leaders, Washington said Upon this I charge you and say remember your country, remember your home. Don't take us back. Don't leave the ties that bound us. We are that nation that stands against tyranny. We I prayed will remain until God said so. A nation bound to the creed that all men are created equal and given the rights to self-govern. And Washington passed out and I told everyone to leave the room. Martha finally got him to wake up. And he told her before me that he leave everything to her and when she is gone to free the slaves. He said that he promised freedom and swore that he would undo the harm that he has cause. And Martha promised with his hands in her hands. And he went to sleep. After the grand funeral, I gathered the people to together to one last time honor its hero and we built the Washington Monument to remember the standard he laid. To remember the lives that committed to him. To remember the dedications. To remember a good man. And I touched the monument and took off my hat and cried with all the people Washington.
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Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous
Known as a Significant Voice in Modern Literature, a Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2025 Black Authors Matter Children Book Awards Nominee for his books, and International Impact Awards' Author of the Year Nominee
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