In the heart of Massachusetts, where the early dawn blooms,
Lived a man of wit and grit, midst the old, creaky rooms.
John Adams, our second president, a name deeply engraved,
In the annals of history, for the country he bravely saved.
Attorney by profession, a statesman by the right,
Adams wielded his wisdom, like a beacon in the night.
A fervent patriot he stood, in the face of daunting odds,
Striding with integrity, on soils, both fresh and sods.
In the courtrooms of justice, with eloquence, he’d fight,
His words, like a sharpened sword, casting an ethereal light.
Defending men of the ‘Boston Massacre’, a deed not quite expected,
Yet his firm belief in justice, left his honor unaffected.
The tyranny of the crown, he dared to boldly question,
Calling for independence, his audacious suggestion.
With the Declaration’s penning, his vision took flight,
As ‘a government of laws, not of men’, stepped into the light.
From lawyer to diplomat, then President to be,
Adams embodied courage, as the sea embraces the sea.
A life devoted to liberty, and justice for the land,
John Adams, a son of Massachusetts, by her, he’d forever stand.
As we flip through the pages, of time’s everlasting book,
At Adams’ tireless resolve, it’s worth a second look.
A testament to leadership, with fairness at its core,
His legacy is etched in time, forever to endure.