Color in Our Eyes

He was a man voted into war,
he was a man whose heart was sore.

Antietam, Gettysburg,
he encouraged all to serve.

He fought for the rights
of those held back by their country,
restricted by the land of the free.

He won,
but lost his life.
Watching that play,
not knowing it was his last day.

White is a beautiful color,
but this man decided that the world
would be more beautiful with
color in our eyes.

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