Incendiary

Heyday comes in a morning

Plus immortal flows of glow

Imbuing our chambers——

with impetus to boom and blow

Foretelling us imminent and improvise piece of 

truth

Impart my tailor to sew me an indigo cloth

Here's the court to which I go

Impeaching our fellows

For climbing a plateau that inflaming their gods

'Tis time to light an incense

'Tis time to do some indignant bows

O' bravo!

There's the heart to them I show

To insite a coup

Not for incessant continue——

but just to fly a dove

Freedom is implicit 

And she's imploring us to let——her go!

Let her go——

It won't implicate you

Impoverish none——

It's not an impotent song

It's impromptu——

With an indicted tune…