PATHOS OF THE WORLD

Shout the blonde, brunette Hitler
Shout the bitch, brutal son
Slay the men, man of the world
Kill them all, and make things right.

Disputing over the boundary of lawns
These pretty petty human sons
When will you see the point
That there aren't points in this joint?

Many a years did live the sun
It shines the world with one more run
Those dead and gone are the peaceful ones.