or sign in with e-mail
by Paul Mills Mar 11, 2005 category : Life, society / patriotism
How futile the infirm man’s battle With miscreants wrath he’ll stop to cry The conquer sobs not but slaughters And weak men weep then waits to die Is it not better to slay at once The tyrant’s weakness without delay Then stop and wail with lost victor And to death as the despots prey