Strident?

To the tune of "Crazy"

"Strident,"

That's what our critics have called us.

Strident,

In our views about Tom Merton's death.

Ruffled,

It looks like we've ruffled their feathers,

Digging

In places they dared not to look.

Worry?

Do you think it's now time to worry,

Wondering

What in the world did we do?

"Strident,"

For not meekly believing our "betters"?

We're "strident" for daring

And "strident" for caring

And we're "strident" for seeking the truth.

"Strident,"

For not meekly believing our "betters"?

We're "strident" for daring

And "strident" for caring

And we're "strident" for seeking the truth.

David Martin

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