My hero Marc is roundly aware of his responsibilities
Fearful neither of the autocrat’s dogs and daggers,
nor his skunky blue-browed proposals; for my hero
protects his compatriots with the Mayrand resolve.
My hero won’t be swept aside/made gone with the wind.
In the capital, he stands firm. His O’Hara-esque gumption
forces facts in the way of scorched earth policies and
opens the pipe of discussion on politics and fraud,
seeing as lesser hounds have lost their senses, and fail
to scent or sight the public good they fiercely bark about.