The anguish of Men!

       …The anguish of Men!

Behold, the anguish of men,

The endless,  circling woes,

The crushing—vehement hardships,

And the derangement

Within these foes!

They summon despair and weary the spirit,

They warp the mind and cloud the soul,

With Glistening Bonds that bind the core. 

They grind the heart beneath their yoke—

Behold, the various unending woes!

The mortal coil takes it all,

Trembles, and pays the toll,

Grave-Mother, callous and cold,

Cares not:  she afflicts us all,

Behold—the anguish of all.

They’re subject to constant battle,

Tumble in chaos and tremble,

Wish they owned a mystic paddle—

And that life, was peaceful cradle,

Behold: the unending woes!

At last, darkness consumes:

The men beneath these blinds,

They yield to the ceaseless woes,

And the derangement within their foes,

Alas—the anguish of all!