Alexander

The child was at the hands 

of those prophetic voices.

Forget them! He makes no trouble; 

show me what he’s done.

Fear was struck down where three roads meat

I’ve said too much 

havent I? 

They reassured me what there was, several of my sons,

for they were killed first.

Alone, no human fathers violence.

He scales the heights 

were quick feet are no use.

For these crimes are not punished but honored in nowheres praise.