An Ode to Abraham Lincoln
Poem by Jaison Chacko
Oh can I forget the emotions and elegance
When you spoke in the battlegrounds of Gettysburg
When the pool of blood of the innocent Americans
shed like a river, were not yet dried
Four score and seven years ago
Our Father brought forth on this continent
A new nation conceived in liberty
Dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal
“Amidst the fields of endless toil,
Abe’s youth was marked by endless moil.
From dawn to dusk, his days were spent
In backbreaking work, with no relent.
With empty pockets, and hungry nights,
He struggled on with all his might.
But in his heart, a flame burned bright
To rise above his sorry plight.
Through tears and pain, he forged ahead,
With nothing but his dreams to tread.
And so, he rose from lowly sod,
To be a legend, a demigod.
“Abe heard the cries of slaves in pain,
Their misery he could not sustain,
Their shackles weighed upon his soul,
And freedom for them was his goal.
With firm resolve and steady hand,
He fought to break the slavery band
,And with the stroke of a pen so bold,
The Emancipation Proclamation was told.
The path was hard, the struggle long,
But Abe remained forever strong,
With conviction and deep belief,
He brought an end to human grief.
But an evil hands and cruel heart
A brutal gunner broke his skull
In Forde’s theatre that fateful night
Hope of a nation was shattered
Old enemy of human race
Prompted Booth to kill the soul
The nation shook when Lincoln fell
Tears flew like a broken dam
The cheers and laughter turned to screams,
As Lincoln slumped, a victim of extremes,
The assassin fled, the chaos spread,
A moment frozen in time, forever dead.
The wound was fatal, the pain severe,
A nation’s heartache, a bitter tear,
A life cut short, a dream unfulfilled,
A tragedy that forever chilled.
But in that moment, a hero born,
A legacy of freedom, to forever adorn,
A spirit that endures, a flame that shines,
A light that guides us through troubled times.
Though the shot still echoes in the air,
Lincoln’s spirit is with us, everywhere,
And we honor him, with every breath,
For his courage and unwavering faith.
His name in history will endure,
For the freedom that he did secure,
A Billion hearts will bow their heads
To honour the leader with golden heart.
Poem by Jaison Chacko
