Brant

We have a neighbor in the F.B.I.
He is in a foreign land now helping
American families cope with their
Devastation, by investigating
Crimes perpetrated by the worst of the
Worst, while he, himself, in constant danger
(Mortal danger, it turns out, but that's the
Job), selflessly searches for the answers
That will make sense of the unsensible
While we, back home, can only hope (and pray)
For our neighbor's safe return, so we can
Have that beer and talk the untroubled talk
That helps us sleep at night, though the nightmares
No matter what we say, don't go away.

 

 

 

 

 

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