Nothing ventured nothing gain
Our tears reached not the panel
Innocent beings incarcerated in frail
Tones and tongues were funneled
Aptly to suit the sage's sail
But there was a mischief in the tunnel

Unfair people
Of high seats
Thou
Showered
thee love in
pretext
Guided thee
with a fierce
machete
In guild we
summoned to
thee with
pleads
Nothing
ventured,
nothing gain
Thou talketh
to us but
disdain
And hath
enraged us in
misleads
...