Beneath six feet under,
Came the cry like thunder.
A voice so fierce in pain;
Yet a doomsday not in vain.

He who went to the grave,
Died a very gallant grief.
Raised his bare arms to fight,
For the folks' surpressed rights.

Whilst his soul departed;
His saga laid unsung.
A laurel to be worn;
In an ethereal home.

And now, a shattered tombstone laid;
Of a patriot, cold and Unsung.