Abe Lincoln

A memory so cold, its written in stone, On a wall, out in washington, up a mountain of stairs, sits a man brass and boney, with a full chin of hair, he faught for equality, of both black and white, a man out to change ones destiny, by first changing ones life. He sat six foot four, in the presidents suite, reading correspondents from generals in heat, out on a battle field, fighting a war, against ones nation, to keep a union untore. He was murdered in office, at a old town play, by a man named booth, he was shot where he lay. after a few hours, home in his bed, he died there leaving us, a country without a president, a month after re-elect. and the end of the war, a nation came together, of both white and black. issues still rise, and people still fall, under one nation, with equality for all, its not like it matters to you or to me, cuz now that we see what this man had to be, he started an up rise, with just a few words in the gettysburg address, his voice was heard, we talk about equality, and what we all want, but still today in highschools its all about the thought, the thought that shes nothing, or the thought that hes better, cuz hes from a rich family, and shes out in the weather, without a house, and without the food, cuz her parents couldnt pay for a childhood, why do we fight when we all hold back against a world thats lacking the respect we dont try to end this hate, a racial descrimination thats bound with shame. he lost his life representing us, he spoke out, to defend the ones, the ones who were weak and the ones who would treat the hurt and the hungered with a life of disrespect. He stopped his life, and he stood up, for a cause that most today, have no clue of.