an ode to honest abe

[elazar]

chiminey hat and dressed in black
your guant face revealing simple
the responsibilty a heavysome pack
carry'd with nary a dimple

the nation interdevided
a nightmarish time and way
alone it seemed you rided
the waves you held at bay

so the nation is one now
and the states number fifty
your name reads like a vow
reminder not to be rifty

you died watching
"our american cousin"
in that playhouse then
and now the nations are
like old bickersome kin
and those evil men

dear abe
i wish you were here
at the war office tabe'

happy birthday

salute
elazar

[Byron]

Oh how we miss the sound of good reason. Well put elazar.