Epitaph on a tyrant -- W H Auden

(Poem #222)Epitaph on a tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets. -- W H Auden