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.
Unfurl the flags, O Michigan! First of all states to remember,
To mark the day of those who’ve gone, in the glow of late May’s ember.
From Decoration to Memorial, the name, it has evolved,
Yet the essence of its purpose, in our hearts remains resolved.
Once upon the thirtieth day, now the last Monday we find,
The calendar bows to the rhythm of the nation, the rhythm of mankind.
In the pleasant early summer, when the air is warm and light,
We pause to remember those who gave their all in the fight.
O Captain! my Captain! their fearless spirits call,
Through the graveyards, through the parades, through the silence that befalls.
We honor them, the brave and true, who served the Stars and Stripes,
From every corner of this land, from every tribe and type.
Under the wide and starry sky, they sleep the eternal sleep,
The crimson poppies, the wreaths we lay, the promises we keep.
To the soldiers, the sailors, the airmen, the marines,
To every soul lost in service, to what freedom truly means.