THis is my school,I will protect it as best I can.
There may be bigger fancier schools, but this one is mine.
We dream of a life so very grand, our feet never touch the ground,
For ourselves alone we stand,  and there is hatred all round.
The things we have lost,   hidden so poorly in plain site.
We have no idea the cost,  not doing what was right. 
It makes me wonder what is meant, by the lies we read, called news,
Until the seventh angel is sent, Will we realize what we had to lose