They summons me.
Henry and
the chancery are trying to
dismantle me.

Treason's not the reason for this recall
to the great hall,
they want to quarter me,
hang and draw and slaughter me
I think I'd rather not see,
Henry
or the chancery.

Inequity,
dividing wealth from poverty which
breeds a new society or so
they keep on telling me.

They're all hell bent on making cuts,
shutting doors on those like me,
writing letters, can't you see
Henry and his chancery are
closing opportunity, destroying what
it is to be,
and to be is what it's all about.