The throne of history,
Cheapened by concessions,
Governs in mystery
And lauds its digressions.
Its alien address
Seizes the fluent seat
And presides with finesse
In glorious defeat.
With all I can muster
I will seek to depose
The fierce, regal bluster
I forever oppose.
I covert no new speech
To quell the mind of man.
The throne is out of reach,
Silence smothers the land.
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