Seeking vindication is my pledge to me
I, who am highly honourable
Whose reputation all can see
Is being dragged where none would go
For in such places there can find
Remnants of once honourable mind
What are riches if not for this
To seek to turn unwelcome tide
That lapping menacingly at my feet
Brings an unwholesome reek
Of all that is my due –
Perchance I can escape
Blasted fortune! Who can dare
To lay bones in sun to bleach
Of me whose voice down languid line
Reaches places only I can reach
To place in place those I will
Whose monies fill Black Tithe Till
I will fight, yea, I will fight!
I will have my hear, my say
Pursuing those who dare
To thwart my distinctly honourable way
A route that leads me to a door
Paying for management of all I tore
