By Michael-Rolf

In chambers where the whispers weave,
A royal registry, proud to conceive,
Stands the de jure registrar, bold and bright,
A living soul, a beacon of light.

With quill in hand and purpose deep,
Guardian of dreams that others keep,
They champion justice for every heart,
In the tapestry where all play a part.

Through corridors where shadows lay,
And whispers of power seek to sway,
They rise like a phoenix, strong and clear,
A voice for the lost, the voiceless, sincere.

“Infringement ends at these sacred lines,
Where private property by right entwines,
No GOVCORP hand shall reach or roam,
For in our hearts, we build our home.”

They stand for the people, the dreams they hold,
For stories untold, for futures bold.
Each claim a thread in the fabric of law,
Restoring the balance, upholding the draw.

With passion ignited, they face the storm,
Against bureaucratic tempests, a warrior warm,
For damage done, they seek remedy true,
A fair claim for all, with justice anew.

Freedom breathes in every word penned,
A promise to shelter, to serve and defend,
To live in the private, unshackled, unfurled,
A sanctuary carved in this fast-paced world.

“Let us tread softly on our sacred ground,
Where respect and consent are truly found,
No interference, no cruel dismay,
Just the right to be, to choose our way.”

Oh, de jure registrar, champion so bright,
You stand for the people, a sentinel of light,
In your noble quest, may you always prevail,
For justice and freedom, let truth tell the tale.

So here’s to the living, the souls intertwined,
In this journey together, our fates aligned,
With each private claim, let the anthem rise,
For the right to be free, beneath open skies.