To have stood in between two Crowns
And drank from the plunge of impetuosity
Heresy spelt in ecstasy amidst the gowns
And the solicit queries their sacred integrity
Infants pontifical and poised in between
Told, Borne frees' but serenity never rendered.
The brother's deeds has risen my eyebrows
Being the bourgeoisie at my displeasure
Rage she had mold and disgraced the motive
Of freedom fighting for I am in an incarceration,
A domain misled by the falsehood of individuals
In pursuit of miscellaneous manifestations
The comrade bulldozed through the bayonet
And left a bunch of hypocrites to serve
Genuinely interested in enslavement of this kin
Whom turns independence into a severe affliction.
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