By WC
From millions of throats and more there rose a lusty yell; it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it pounded through on the mountain and recoiled upon the rolls; for Kerry, mighty Kerry, was advancing at the polls.
There was ease in Kerry's manner as he stepped into his place, there was pride in Kerry's bearing and a smile lit Kerry's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his brow, no stranger in the crowd could doubt t'was Kerry here and now.
120 million eyes were on him as the results came filtering in. 55 million tongues applauded when we thought he would win.
Then, while the southern states voted Bush one by one, defiance flashed in Kerry's eye, knowing Ohio would be won.
And now the results came hurtling through the cold winter air, and Kerry stood a-watching them in Boston’s Copley Square.
"Too close to call!" Wolf Blitzer said.
From homes across the nation, there went up a muffled roar, like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill Wolf Blitzer!" shouted someone on the stand, and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Kerry raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity, great Kerry's visage shone, he stilled the rising tumult, he bade the race go on.
The night was getting late, and CNN saw it through, Kerry and Bush sat quietly and Wolfe Blitzer said, "Bush, Ohio goes to you!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened millions, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one solemn look from Kerry and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, and they hoped they wouldn't loose this race to Bush again.
And now the right wing holds the ball, and they've let us know, America has been shattered by the force of this mighty blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright. The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,
but there is no joy in America -- mighty Kerry has struck out.