sonnet In harmony Ill whimper

In harmony Ill whimper hurts rehearsed
In seeing an orphan specially abused
In seeing a low laid loyalist never nursed
In seeing a taunting braggarts bile enthused
In seeing all credit hung on workers worst
In seeing strong luck and feeble flunkey fused
In seeing an ignoramus stringing versed
In seeing a stricter censor merely mused
In seeing rites overblown remain unburst
In seeing nicked knuckles after clash excused
In seeing a skill at leisure loosely used
In seeing a nerdishness in knowledge thirst
In middle age stings stiffen numbing cease
As but in death do we propose a peace
Chorus cease end stop