200 years, Lincoln's Second Term

Union, have we forgotten we are one nation?

joined? (there is still much healing before us, divided land)

Lay down the language of war.

Now with malice towards none

the work not done

called to hope, we have a dream.

There is more.

Dream of our mother, dream of our father,

not just a land, but beyond

and within.

Kitchen table worries, peace

Butter, honey, biscuit peace.

Lay down the language of war Presidents

born of peace, heal a nation

with malice towards none.

Past rage laid down

we mark the graves.

It is the birthday we celebrate,

the new day, the possible

the open door.

~~ Phil Specht