Take my castle
Take my sword
Take from me
The ship of lord
And let it cast
My subjects
Mourning
In forlorn
My soul adorning
Torn from pouring over
Volumes
****** into
Securing communes
Just to see
Equality
And constitute
Its polity
My policy
Priority
Revise the word
Authority
Devising its demise
And when apprising its abuses
So obtuse is my disguise