In The Present State Of The World

Remote Though Your Farm May Be, It's Something To Be The Lord Of One Green Lizard-and Free.

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason

The Traveller With Empty Pockets Will Sing In The Thief 's Face.

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.