DPS: Dare Ye Enter?

They call us "Dead Poets" for a reason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?
It's death to any engaged in treason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?

For when that red head called us out,
We raised our fists and gave a shout!
His end was near, there was no doubt
But we prolonged our vengeance till later.

It was due to him that Keetly left us;
Due to him that teachers tricked us
What in the world could save him from us?
We watched him age, in his years grow greater.

We watched him grow, become an adult
Another teacher for Welton was the result.
A literature class, his choice of tumult
The boys, like us in brighter years

In their free time, they grew curious.
Those old men nearby-most mysterious
Red watched us impress them, and grew furious
While we furtively preyed on his fears.

The boys listened, and became free thinkers-
Artists, thespians, writers, and tinkerers
They were a new club now, no time for teachers
Red failed to contain them in all his anxiety.

He leaves Welton now, no future before him
Since he betrayed his friends, he has none to comfort him
The memory of Neal continues to haunt him:
The wrath of the Dead Poets Society.

They call us "Dead Poets" for a reason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?
It's death to any engaged in treason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?

FIN