Four score and seven years ago
Liberty-we took from the hands of the foe
By men, dedicated and wise
For equality they made their rise
But on itself, the nation now turns
The flames of war begin to burn
Two halves now struggling to survive
On fields of battle, our brothers die
But we must not consecrate
Nor hallow in the depths of our fate
For the words may be lost
We musn't forget the cost
No death shall go in vain
As we devote time to their pain
And oversee a government that shall not perish