Bearded Man And His Stove Top Hat To Freedom.

Poem By Michael Gale

In civil war of brother against brother...
There came a man in bearded face to slavery's wanted erase.

In times of war of mother country in history man takes his violent place...
Of man's own violent ways he cannot ever face.

Freedom of man is his own precise...
That factual fact he must come to realize.

War of man is a maddening disease...
Still the fact that needs to cease.

Ole Abe Lincoln fed the flames of freedom's train...
Equality of woman and man should forever on our heads to fall and rain.

Comments about Bearded Man And His Stove Top Hat To Freedom.

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kNEW TH' PRINCIPAL AS SOON AS I READ YOUR TITLE....fINE wORK, AS PER USUAL, SIR MICHAEL JEFFREY OF CIVIL WAR HISTORICALS... ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR


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