An Angry
Brother Wonders Why?
Weeks have passed,
and I still puzzle
O’er why
they gave my sis a muzzle,
The Kool-Aid
they gave us to guzzle
That the health of her was dire.
They heard
no pulse within their steth,
And so they
gave her up for death.
She then not
only took a breath,
But kept on
rising higher.
And the more
I hear from the investigation,
The more I
question the situation.
It never
quells just fuels frustration,
The farther
we inquire.
And each new
story that we find,
Each new
fact that comes to mind,
I become
ever much more inclined
To fight
their fire with fire.
Because I
think just how amazing
‘T would be
to go at them guns a’ blazing
Kicking,
screaming, and Hell raising,
And lay them
on the pyre,
To give
their faces quite a smack,
A little
dose of pay back.
Though it’d
do little to right the track,
It may just
ease my ire.
But then I
think about the way
Real players
of the game do play.
In patience, they wait, and I must say
Their record
I do admire,
For they
never join the fight,
Until the
time, is perfect, right.
They stay
engaged, but out of sight,
Safely above
the mire.
But when the
time to fight does come,
They then
emerge from out the scrum,
And make those
in their way look dumb,
For all
facts they did acquire.
They know
the ins and all the outs.
They've
listened to the truth behind the shouts,
And they will
remove all our doubts
By doing
what times require.
And so we
wait in hope, and yet,
I think that
now it’s safe to bet,
The truth
will rise, so never fret,
You just can’t
hide a fire.
Each puff of
smoke, each little spark,
Just can’t
be hidden in the dark.
Though night is
long, and cold is stark
The morning’s
lights inspire.
So keep your
calm, and keep your cool.
Be like
Fonzy, not no fool,
And you’ll
save your beloved school
By proving
them a liar.
The truth it
does take some time,
Digging
through the muck and slime,
But when we
finally uncover the crime
They’ll then
have to retire.
Then there
on that awaited day
The world
will know you're here to stay
No one will
e’er then dare say,
Your passion
did expire.
We’ll give
our thanks, dance, and sing
Newly thankful
for each little thing,
Ready for
what tomorrows bring,
A strong and
new Sweet Briar.
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