posted March 22, 2003 at 8:13 PM MDT
EPITAPH ON A TYRANTPerfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
W. H. Auden
"Don't be cruel to be kind;
only then will your house be blessed."