I sense of a form of irony, mixed with some vengeful hostility.
But we all know it's just tears in words, because you didn't make it to the headlines.
Like i did !

Late at night in glasgow, a loner went to town.
With a shetland pony and an unfriendly frown.
He grabbed his flag and planted it, inside a random yard.
The man called the police that instant, complaining about a retard.
Sirens rang and approaching at the speed of sound.
But something unexpected, is what they found.

Sir, please come down from that horse...
"Thou shall not tellith me what to do with my steed, For i shallt not let evil breed
In this peaceful village of life, i shall protect the poor and the right
I'll ignore your peasant rabble, for thou are not of noble birth
Now you clean up my horses crap, with your bobby shirt!"
We got a lunatic on the loose, we need backup
And as the sirens rang in the distance, the man went off on his steedy horse.
"For thou shall not catch me beasts of steel, not a single army in this land.
Can protect your nostalgic actions, not even the gun in your own hand.
No need in telling you boned my mom, i know the truth, you just boned your palm.
Now get over it and grab a life, for i shall now elope with your beloved wife"

May a lone voice in the distance utter, because You can !
Whilst darkness leaves like the wind in the meadow from the land.
That i shall not be subjugated by such a mere human of unworthy decent.
Kiss my butt peasant, i hereby end my gracious rant.

That i hereby may live forever in your heart, always still fader.
May this poem forever be a glory to the crazy crusader.