Rile and register my domain
as freedom, lest the skies be twain
surmounting to resolve's remain
yet list us in that yielding name!
The buttress of consort to fame
are silent omens, watching's wane
not living, but progressing same
the voiceless entity of gain!
Cry out, my heritage, know my pain
not like an empire's docile skein,
"all in our hands", they speak profane
as quiet assumption keeps their reign.
Move on to equity's explain
my country's winding, phasing game
once set apart, the errors feign
and hide their cross marks, now remain.
The odds could franchise with concern
and bring to order, rights adjourn
that line, those borders, all faith's aim
God's not disorder, resting claim!
Objection is the courts whole strain
and through law filter its restore
the anthem of whole choice not sane
as perilous human trials . . . . risk core!