Pete mourns the deaths of his fallen brothers.
With apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson,
The Charge of the Fire Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the skyscraper of death,
Inspect while we blunder.
Inspect fire brigade!
"Charge through the toxins", Bloomberg and Scoppetta said
Into the skyscraper of Death
inspect while we blunder.
Toxins to right of them,
Toxins to left of them,
Toxins in front of them
floated and flutterd.
Storm'd at with poison and smell,
Boldly you'll inspect so well
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Inspect while we blunder
But no haz-mat suits for you
no guidance from FDNY too
How you do it is up to you
risk your lungs and your health
Meet my quota of 2 a month, Bloomberg and Scoppetta said
We'll decontaminate you after your dead
Inspect while we blunder
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the firefighters knew
Someone had blunder'd?
Bloomberg and Scoppetta scoff:
"Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to inspect and die."
Into the skyscraper of Death
Inspect while we blunder.
[Note: The NY Post appreciates a meaningful rhyme (Click Here)]. To learn a little background about Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem, the Charge of the Light Brigade, and the disastrous decisions of the Light Brigade's top commanders, visit Wikipedia by clicking here For the actual poem, click here.