“The madness conquered the cities, As trumpets, wide, beckon their fame – Where’s earthly rules, in their committees, Oh, such abundance there, of lust and shame!..
If one should even miss the mighty voices Which turn in happy crowds a godly claim! But where the slaves just dream of having choices, There is no place to hide a dying flame!..
For such high purpose, there’s no blame; In wicked hearts the world rejoices! – Not as a truth, by lie, just seems the same, Like for what thrives beyond their ditties;
When kingdoms rise and fall, the sky is whirled By love, or peace, from beggars searching tame, But death holds claim over this fleeting world; Isn’t that just a reason more, to watch their duties?!”