A flippant  gentry throw seed to a hapless few
a stow a way  slides air to its ravens quest
jest in its common mews
seared to its bust of imperial view

faces in chains of steel rapport  
step birthed to its shackled hand
announcing to its ship a shore
in certain of its reprimand

be bludgeoned ye of staff and stump
its weep be not on any
a cloak besotted to its lump
its wish unborn be many