Footnote
Perfection of a kind was what he was after
The poetry he invented was easy to understand
He knew human folly like the back of his hand
He had an interest in armies and fleets
When he laughed respectable senators laughed at his feet
But when he cried the little children died in the streets
Nota de Rodapé
Perfeição de um tipo era o que ele estava atrás
A poesia que ele inventou era fácil de entender
Ele sabia que a estupidez humana como a palma da sua mão
Ele tinha interesse em exércitos e frotas
Quando ele riu senadores respeitáveis riu a seus pés
Mas quando ele gritou as criancinhas morreram nas ruas