Hannibal's Poem
After the disastrous Feliciana shootout
You entered administrative purgatory
Where was sown the mustard seed of doubt
That grew into knowing the impossibility of glory
When Verger made sure you were reinstalled
And stoic Crawford needed you to catch me
You still wanted to believe, you were enthralled
But the doubt remained, until you were finally able to see
Whispered insults, promotions postponed
nepotism, office politics, the occasional lie
- 'Qualities' you never owned -
They ruled at your precious FBI
The institute you once roamed
Where Right was left to die