Not Serve Instantly
The right of the ambergris is to be rare
And away, yet still be exploited,
The right to be a trophy for fished up
Old work and expeditions,
To be worth a company and joint
Operation over the high seas.
Idols deserve the equality to present
Themselves full of woe,
To be worshipped and sacrificed to,
Observed and commented on,
Given credit for the occasional disaster,
Called imposing on a daily basis.
The passengers have captured
Highly thought of levels of toxic liberty,
Freedoms that glow in their jars,
Let them give up only what
They have inherited and not fought for,
The hills are in need of celebrants.