Four Score and Seven Years Ago Our Fathers Brought Forth on This Continent, a New Nation, Conceived in Liberty, and Dedicated to the Proposition That All Men Are Created Equal

Beneath the weight of iron skies,

A dream was carved in trembling hands,

A spark that dared to pierce the night,

A nation born on blood-stained lands.

Voices rose in ragged hope,

Through winter’s chill, through endless pain,

The promise etched in fragile ink,

That freedom’s light might still remain.

Yet shadows lingered, long and deep,

Chains unseen, yet felt by all,

The call for justice, loud and stark,

A whispered plea, a desperate call.

From fields of green to cities’ sprawl,

The march of courage never ceased,

Each heartbeat joined the solemn vow,

That all might taste the gift of peace.

And though the road is far from done,

Though storms may bend the strongest tree,

The seed of liberty survives,

In every striving heart, set free.