Jack the Hero
It was a cold autumn evening
Outside filled with chill
It was dark there too
As the mayor was just killed
The street lamps were off
We felt the lack of light
Life was filled with sorrow
The world black and white
The city was quiet
Noone at the bar
People were exauhsted
By fighting in the war
I could imagine
A life with no prayer
Just couldn't see
A city with no mayor
The land was not left with
A place for the needy
A place for the good
Just not the greedy
The only thing absent
Was a great fighter
This land was like
A cigarette with no lighter
Something was left
A very little hope
Which reminded me
Of a knot in a rope
A very brave hero
With the name of jack
He didn't put a difference
between white and black
People were scared
But he was really steady
What i saw was a girl
Not crying for her teddy
The city was demolished
But he was still fighting
The people all felt that
The cigarette was lighting
A victory would be all
The citizens ever asked
Except the mayor was dead
Wasn't really lasted
When the time came
There was a blast
We all knew
Our hope didn't last
It's time to say RIP
Not only to jack
But to all the soldiers
Who never came back
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