To live in this immoral time, <br />uncouth and plagued by wretched crime, <br /> <br />Despised by all with vicious scorn, <br />our monarch blind with love forlorn, <br /> <br />Restrained for faith and for belief, <br />suspicious minds impose this grief.<br /><br />Arik Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1559/
