The monument of joy

The smoky soil will rise.
The letters slowly will go on board.
Brick by brick here; the monument will be built.
Engraved on it will be the tale of wonderland.
And in that tale will be stationed me and my merry crew;
Joy, wealth and fame we all will brew.
Here on this land when the tall monument will stand.

Who would defend me in my absence? I am bound!

The point wasn’t made,
The thing remained unsaid.
The chance wasn’t granted,
Those bold words couldn't be chanted

Who would defend me in my absence ?
Would you be just and listen to my silence!

For I cannot express, I am bound.
The king otherwise will be uncrowned.
His kingdom then will be drowned.
Judge me fair, I am unspoken sound.
Not that I cannot justify but I am bound.