Christopher Shepherd 2004.
that made the many murders ?
- of course ! -
And here are these, my red wet hands
in witness; they prove it !
But you cannot judge me, nor do I feel a sting from any quarter, even when I am dead and buried, thrown upon oblivion, even then,
I will get no retribution.
Ha !, I did these murders yes, punish me.
All those men (and women, children) yes,
I squandered whole battallions;
Yes, my own men killed by me, in droves
for what ?
Upon this simple thinking,
an inquiry:
"O what are they
but fodder for the beast of interminable war ?"
That was why I did it.
Repeat:
"What are they but fodder for the Beast ?"
