Quatrain Of Royal Rope Poem by Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain Of Royal Rope



Autonomy! Royal Rope of
tyranny, tightening around my
neck,

Swing! Political Horse I
have mounted - impatient
wreck.

Slavish Mount, now bolting,
allodial body swinging in
air,

Oh, Mercy to tied hands; I
pray to God liberty has a
spare!

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USS Yorktown CVS -10
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