Ah well, since the foul work will not be curbed entirely of vandals,

Let us praise then the dastardly rogues of our time,

For no else but their diligence and steadfast crime –

I say, to make the most of that race, and give them the noose for medals.

The very extent of success, I think, may be reckoned

By attainment measured against ambition:

Shall we commend then these that have thrived in their mission –

Who, like certain kings African, on the ruins of Mankind are throned!

O how I envy it a curious accomplishment

To no conscience have, to weigh our rights and wrongs,

And know not to try good, where evil chiefest belongs:

And thus in a vile world still to draw much enjoyment!

Like this now do I do myself high treason,

Who abuse myself with Love wild, and spurn wise tongue of noble Reason!


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By Sydney Chesterfield on May 14, 2016 · Posted in Letters To Shindara by E.R. Chesterfield, Literary, Poetry, Trends

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