Keeper of Human Diary

Ode to thy Rulers 

Doth write to thy heart's content- dare I, 
Maketh thy nation a safe place to speak. 
Command thy people I beg thee, 
Doth not rede then; "How to love a nation thee?" 
Bestow upon us the key, 
Maketh thy people free. 
Mouths turn'd mute whilst hearts grown cold, 
stoned in fear.

Grace- Sire! 
Feel us thy people, 
See us thy people, 
Pity! Hath not? 
All 'is but a plea, 
For a soul shall perish lest free, 
Mercy- Sire!