In the shadow of their humble grief
Joined by loss beyond belief
The people gather at the dawning
To remember, and do the mourning
For a life so freely given - we are beholden.
And the mighty came to share the caring
A day departed from campaign blaring
With a shoulder shared, a tear descending
Another day of tribal remembering
Of a life so freely given - or was it stolen?
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