A Curse For Kings
A curse upon each king who leads his state,
No matter what his plea, to this foul game,
And may it end his wicked dynasty,
And may he die in exile and black shame
A curse upon each king who leads his state,
No matter what his plea, to this foul game,
And may it end his wicked dynasty,
And may he die in exile and black shame
Methought the unknown God we seek in vain Grew weary of the evil He had wrought—The piteous litanies of human pain— Till here and there some lonely souls He sought To bear the message of Immortal Thought,
And sent them forth to wander ’midst ...
VE the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race
Give ample room, and verge
The characters of hell to trace
(Song from an Unfinished Play)
My mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
Your mind is free but your body a prison
A sentence you paying for losing your reason
You scratch your walls to remember your presence
A bomb in your heart and you vanished your feelings