Perfection, 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
The tyrant is Hitler.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
shyamli's - more auden
Epitaph on a tyrant