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The Day The Rabbit Died

Walk down the hall--
See the look on his face?

With a rumor like that
Truth's not easily traced.

He's crazed with fear
And strung up with guilt
He wanders through school,

Dazed to the hilt.

Such a mean joke
Such a cruel thing to do?

And yet I still hope
He feels the pain, too.

We did it for fun--
Should we tell him the truth?

No, not just yet--
Let him BEG for the proof!

The anguish, the pain--
It's what he deserves.
For all that I've felt,
This is little to serve.

I gave him my heart
I gave him my love
Does he think he can rule
Like a god from above?

Choosing his actions
To suit his own ways--

A moment of fear
Is but little to pay.

If this works like I hope
Maybe he'll come to see

All of the sadness
He's given to me.

If not, then I'll truly
Know where he stands
But the fault won't be mine.
The choice rests in his hands.

In any due case,
I'll have my satisfaction
If only I see pain and fear

In reaction.

--Rhonda Mize