Droves of girls cry in the streets
at the news of his untimely death
Grown men stand silent
as the hearse rolls by
What a fine man he was
Came up from nothing
Fought for his country,
sacrificed everything to stop
those sons of bitches
that threatened our freedom
He returned home decorated
and never spoke a word of it
Went on to teach poor kids
coach the football team
volunteer at the shelter
after church on Sundays
Only fitting he should become mayor
and return this town to its former glory
What went wrong?
How could they be so cruel?
God isn't fair, the young girls cry
and bitter men clench their fists
as they lower him down
with a three-volley rifle salute
His widow stands at the grave
recalling the Chicago World's Fair
when they held hands
and watched Graf Zeppelin
ascend the sky,
a promise of the many wonders
their world was soon to see
their world was soon to see
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