The Unknown Grave.
BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH.
Written for The Troy Times.
In many an unknown grave,
Where dew-wet poppies weep,
The gallant men, who gave
Their lives for freedom, sleep;
They kept at bay those furious Huns
And held our freedom with their guns!
They faced the teeth of death,
They faced the jaws of hell,
While angels held their breath
As our young heroes fell;
When, o'er the top that fearless band
Drove back the foe from "No-Man's-Land!"
How can their glory fade,
Our mem'ry of them cease,
When such a price was paid
For our triumphant peace?
Indebtedness will ever be
Our part of such a victory?
Then let us pay our vows,
This Decoration Day;
Stop our internal rows
And for each other pray;
While millions deck the unknown grave,
May Christ from sin our country save!
Troy Times. May 29, 1924: 6 col 3.
"How can their glory fade?" Ask the Mayors, Supervisors, Board of Regents, Governor, President who've let it happen - or helped it happen.
Wherever graves are paved o'er for an overpass
Where they're laid down so the mowers can mow the grass
politicians shut the government down
billionaires - the modern crown
internal rows, they never cease
everywhere - corrupt police
Decoration: just for show
Freedom'll cost you $lots$ of dough.