In shadowed streets where darkness reigns,
There walked a figure, void of stains,
A man of honor, stern and true,
With eyes that pierce the murky hue.

Elliot Ness, his name resounds,
Among the untouchables, he's found,
A lawman fierce, devoid of fear,
In the Prohibition's gloomy sphere.

With Al Capone, a foe renowned,
He clashed in streets where silence drowned,
The Outfit's grip, a vice so tight,
But Ness, unbowed, stood up to fight.

From the womb of a nation imperfect, arose a star,
Born in old Massachusetts, Susan B. Anthony afar.
Born in a time where her voice was but a whisper,
Against the roaring tide, she became our sister.

A tireless advocate of rights both large and small,
An echo of justice, she answered its call.
Through the temperance movement, she sought to convey,
The power of women, to have their rightful say.

In the year of ’63, under the war-torn sky,
She built the League of Loyalty, her resolve ever high.
With slavery anathema and freedom her aim,
Her efforts were instrumental in abolishing the same.

Through relentless commitment to the cause she held dear,
She held up the torch of equality clear.
With Elizabeth Cady Stanton by her side in the fray,
She founded the Suffrage Association to lead the way.​

In Rome's fair city, long ago,
A steadfast man of virtue rose,
Defender of the Republic's throes,
His name was Cato.

Of ancient lineage, proud and true,
He held the values all men knew,
A bulwark 'gainst the storm that blew,
Steadfast Cato.

Oh, Cato, Cato the Younger,
Defender of the Republic's thunder,
For freedom's cause, you'd never blunder,
Valiant Cato.

​Upon the banks of Tiber's stream,
A tale of yore doth brightly gleam,
Of she-wolf fierce and infant's cry,
And Rome's bold birth beneath the sky.

In days of Alba Longa's reign,
A king, Numitor, held the chain,
Yet brother Amulius, wreathed in woe,
Dethroned the king with treacherous blow.

Numitor's daughter, Rhea fair,
Was forced into the traitor's lair,
A Vestal Virgin she became,
To quench the fires of his shame.

But Mars, the god of war and might,
Saw Rhea's beauty shining bright,
Their union blessed by love's embrace,
Gave birth to twins in secret place.

In ancient Rome, where the Tiber flowed,
A man of eloquence arose,
With wisdom, wit, and words bestowed,
His name was Cicero.

A pleader, politician, sage,
In Rome's Republic, he took the stage,
His voice resounded through the age,
The wise Cicero.

Oh, Cicero, Cicero,
In Senate halls your voice would flow,
For freedom's cause, you struck the blow,
Mighty Cicero.

In Babylon's grand and ancient reign,
Stood Hammurabi, king with mind so keen,
Whose wisdom, vast as Tigris' flow,
Brought forth a code, the world to know.

From Euphrates' banks to distant lands,
His rule spread far, a just command,
He sought to tame the chaos wild,
And forge a realm, in order, mild.

"Ye subjects, gather near and hear,
The laws I bring to quell your fear,
No more shall darkness rule the day,
For light and justice find their way."

When winter's chill was in the air,
And freedom's cause seemed lost and rare,
George Washington, with iron will,
Resolved to cross the Delaware.

The river ran with icy flow,
And snow lay deep upon the snow,
But Washington and his brave band
Would not be stopped nor be unmanned.

With sword in hand and flag unfurled,
They crossed the Delaware that world,
And made their way to Trenton town,
To bring the fight and strike them down.

In the land of the mountain and pine,
Where the forests do whisper and wind,
A legend was born, a tale to be told,
Of the Green Mountain Boys and a leader so bold.

Ethan Allen, he stood at the fore,
A man of great might and much more,
With his band of brothers, resolute, strong,
For the cause of their freedom, they'd fight all day long.

Oh, Green Mountain Boys, ye fearless and free,
The wind in the pines sings the tale of thee,
In the valleys and hills of Vermont you roam,
In the hearts of your people, you've found a home.

In skies of old where dreams took flight,
Otto Lilienthal, a beacon bright,
Born in Prussian lands, under heavens vast,
In Anklam's embrace, his roots held fast.

A mechanical mind, a spirit free,
From war's grim clasp to destiny,
In his workshop's forge, dreams took shape,
Wings that would the heavens drape.

His tome, "Bird Flight," laid the trail,
For those who'd follow, in his sail,
Through air's embrace, he sought to glide,
With wings that danced on the wind's tide.

Two thousand flights, against the sky,
On crafted wings, he dared to fly.
From hill to hill, a fearless leap,
In gliders' hold, his visions steep.