This Wild Swan Of A World Is

Humanity Is The Start Of The Race; I Say Humanity Is The Mould To Break Away From, The Crust To Break Through, The Coal To Break Into Fire, The Atom To Be Split.

Justice And Mercy/ Are Human Dreams, They Do Not Concern The Birds Nor The Fish Nor Eternal God.

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.