The Protest

Far away, away my shire
I saw the blaze of the wry
Arousing with the fraternity
The protest for the entity

Bemoaning on the political vows
Surpassing the military lounge
Reviving in the obituary
The protest for the sanctuary

A verdict on imperial disgrace
And a fray for limpid tutelage
Demolishing the stinky abattoir
The protest for the incorrupted saviour

My bosom sings a dirge to benumb
And vides the throe of the gnome
Exonerating the corpse in the urn
The protest for new sun in the morn

When the stouts in the bloc inhibits
The salvation is clasped in the writs
Disappears the gloom with missionary
The final protest to sleep on the rosary.