The 15th Of April Poem by Natasha Foster

The 15th Of April



The 15th of April, every year
Brings to my eye, a single tear.
For none are as honest as he,
No, not one from what I see.

Brave, he was, for what he did,
He never ran and never hid.
Even when he took a hit,
A fire in his soul lit.

He and his strong will,
Tried and tried to pass the bill.
Though so many did oppose,
On that bill, his greatness shows.

North and south, they did split,
On so many did others spit.
Confederates to the south, Union to the north,
Father Abraham, he did go forth.

So strongly he believed,
And so strongly we received
The message that he shared,
Though so many never cared.

He put his neck out on the line
And touched this heart of mine.
In sunshine or in rain,
Nothing could cloud that magnificent brain.

He poured his heart out to the States,
And he'll be rewarded at the Pearly Gates.
He lent a helping hand,
He didn't stop 'til it was banned.

But it's a funny thing,
Like a cat with string,
That he suffered so
When he had to go.

An evil man,
Who didn't want to ban
Slavery, and thinkin'
The world was better off without President Lincoln.

But the man was wrong,
So we sang a mournful song
To old Abe Lincoln,
And now that I'm older, my heart is shrinkin'.

He paid a great price;
Saddened and proud of his sacrifice.
Today, they're no longer hateful;
Today, we celebrate the 15th of April.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is about Pres. Abe Lincoln, who died at 7: 22am on the 15th of April,1865.
May he rest in peace.
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