In life there is not time to grieve long But this, this is out of life, this is out of time, An instant eternity of evil and wrong.

We did not wish anything to happen. We understood the private catastrophe, The personal loss, the general misery, Living and partly living;

In the small circle of pain within the skull You still shall tramp and tread one endless round Of thought, to justify your action to yourselves, Weaving a fict…

You think me reckless, desperate and mad. You argue by results, as this world does, To settle if an act be good or bad. You defer to the fact. For every life a…