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EpitaphV on A TyraNt
by W. H. Auden

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.