A great display of treason and plot,
Sign on the fate, not ink or blot.
The world shall glimpse the fireworks,
To glimpse the symbol, crumble of perks.
To this today on fifth of November,
Shall remember the smell like any other.
Gunpowder on air, a violent eruption,
To bring an end of royal concussion.
Note: Not an Anarchist. Love the art! 🙂