Trifles of Man

Cruelty posses the mind of men

To treat those alike, as animals in a pen

To witness the wrath of them

The sins of man is sure to condemn

The fleeting thought of Hope and Trust

Have turned all to War and Lust

To say it is false is to be so bold

To deny the history of the old

Praise the one we call Mars

His machines of swords and scars

The coup and schemes of an evil plan

To describe us is to list the conflicts of man