This poem is dedicated to Eliza Schyuler Hamilton and Alexander Hamilton. Yeet. That's about it. Enjoy it my dudes.

An Illegitimate child

He grew up quite mild

Then a hurricane came

Devastation,rain,and pain

He knew no future there

So he left it all behind

Thanks to strangers kind

Now he is on a ship

His story takes a dip

Hark! What is this?

This pure bliss?

Why, tis the war!

Hamilton wants more

So he fights in the war

Meet Eliza,fell in love

And I swear on stars above

He loved her,at least at first.

When America won

Hamilton had a son

Who was the only one of the Hamilton kids

To get his own song on the Hamilton playlist.

But years past, its 1801

Now he has a duel, its on

But he got shot

He had some advice,this is what he got:

"Son, when you fire, aim at the sky.

This way, neither of you will die."

Thus, his son, his pride and joy,

Became a corpse, his little boy

His grief and sorrow overwhelmed

Poor Eliza, sorrow was condemned

To her for many, many years

She shed many grief stricken tears

Now her husband stands in the same spot

Her son was shot

Now she's helpless

Now she's breathless

But not quite hopeless

Funded an orphanage

To her husband paid homage

#GoEliza!

And #GoHamilton2Iguess

Seriously guys Eliza was amazing. I wish I could have meet her.

Person: If you could meet any historical figure, who would you meet?

Other Person: I dunno, Jefferson or something...

Me: Eliza, Peggy, Angelica, Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de LAfayette, Hamilton, Washington,-

Person: So....everybody?

Me: Right as rain!