Mind these whispers in shadows,
from tyrants, long since, interred,
but now, by imitation flattered,
and by invocation, disturbed.
For whom,
sought distant corners, to disparage,
now dare to shed the cover of shade,
and in rousing, virulent chorus,
find dissension, to dissuade.
And mind
the single-handed pledges,
of those
who once dawned cloaks to hide,
as ruffians,
have long since garnered,
accolades of courage and pride.
Let not,
a humble disposition,
steer the vessel,
doomed to wreck,
or what did stand,
as aberration,
may, one day,
stand upon your neck!
from tyrants, long since, interred,
but now, by imitation flattered,
and by invocation, disturbed.
For whom,
sought distant corners, to disparage,
now dare to shed the cover of shade,
and in rousing, virulent chorus,
find dissension, to dissuade.
And mind
the single-handed pledges,
of those
who once dawned cloaks to hide,
as ruffians,
have long since garnered,
accolades of courage and pride.
Let not,
a humble disposition,
steer the vessel,
doomed to wreck,
or what did stand,
as aberration,
may, one day,
stand upon your neck!
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