Take me where thou wilt, capricious Life. From this shore to that, I’ll find my way to what I love. The sun sets before

Clothed in tatters, arms outstretched, he stood upon a box, wires dangling, bowed head covered in black hood, sad image of a shattered faith. O

O my child, dead my child Still, cold, mouth open as if to speak Where have you gone? O mother, dead my mother your tattered

Have you seen the wall, Hassan? Have you seen the wall? As, alone, I walk along it, have you heard me call? Is your house

Go to war, my fine young man! (Kill as many as you can.) Go to war to keep us free? Free to mouth the thoughts