Beacon of Hope
On top o’ the world
A beacon of hope shines its light
Dreams and inspiration runs through the earth
Those who cannot hear blessed
Those who can hear welcomed
By the light that is Gallaudet.
A stormy day in May
The light suddenly dimmed
Scholars around the beacon aghast
Amid thunderclap and gloom
Emerges indecision and distrust
The Queen of Gallaudet
Must be dethroned, they yell!
Raven strands of her hair flowing
Coldness stares back at us
Blood red nails sharpened
She stands before us in glee
Never shall I leave my throne,
The Evil Queen of Gallaudet beseeches.
Perchance our savior the King
Would be so kind
Save us from the evil Incarnate,
The scholars beg of him.
Frost bellows from his mouth,
Ne’er shall I abandon my Queen,
For she shall be my successor,
At any price ye all shall pay.
The beacon of hope
Must be saved!
A march of the best of the best
Swarm Kendall Green
An army of loyalists -
Scholars, jesters, courters and exiles
Unite together for a sole resolve
Rid our beloved Gallaudet
Of weeds, trolls and denizens
Dethrone the King and Queen
We shall revolt til they fall!
Ne’er shall we lose hope
One place, a thousand lives
One day in May
They all united out of loyalty
Grant us Justice and Prosperity,
Voice and Reason!
And our beacon shall shine far and wide
And the whole world shall find hope again.
Christine Roschaert, ‘06
*tactile love*
coco
Reprinted with permission by the author
