Finality
When I am dead I will not care
How future generations fare,
For I will be so unaware.
II
Though fields their slain has carpeted,
And seas be salt with tears they shed,
Not one I'll waste, for I'll be dead.
III
Though atom bombs in ashes lay
Their skyey cities of to-day,
With carrion lips I cannot pray.
IV
Though ruin reigns and madness raves,
And cowering men creep back in caves,
I cannot help to dig their graves.
V
Though fools for knowledge delve too deep,
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