“Many and sharp the num’rous ills
Inwoven with our frame!
More pointed still we make ourselves
Regret, remorse, and shame!
And Man, whose heav’n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn, -
Man’s inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!”
From Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge, 1785 by Robert Burns
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Why don’t you all just fade away
You bastards who will have your way
And rule us with contempt it seems
We who do not share your false dreams?
Yes money, power is all you see
Through eyes blind to that mystery:
To live free in this wondrous place
As equal members of the race.
Why don’t you all just take a hike
And disappear where you damn like?
Plague those who cower if that you must
Before you turn back into dust.
We do not recognize your right
To make us servants of your might
And if you force us to comply
We’ll fight back even if we die.
Dictators come and then they go
Their riches, pleasures all they know
Illusions born of greed and fear
Whose pettiness can draw a tear.
Pathetic is the path of those
Who human decency oppose
Whose mirror shows distortions wild
Of one who once was just a child.
“Man’s inhumanity to man”
I’m sorry to open the can
Of clichés that rise from inside
But truths once spoken cannot hide.
