A poem in honor of Abraham Lincoln's birthday.

An Ode to the Lincoln Memorial

“In this temple,
As in the hearts of the people
For whom he saved the Union,
The memory of Abraham Lincoln
Is enshrined forever.”

Seated at the top of a hill,
A blanket of white stone surrounds him.
Wise but weary eyes
Face the world below.
A shame, he did not know
How the world in front of him 

Would grow.

In the reflection of his eyes,
The battle not yet won.
The blood-stained fields
Drenched with sacrifice, 

And the world remained blind.

Had he seen the end
Of the fight for peace?
The end had only begun—
Discrimination to increase.
A nation torn, but strengthened 

With hope.

Lincoln’s leadership never to cease.