“I’m not deceived. I know what you’re up to,the plans you’re cooking up to bring me down.Naively you claim that the castles of tyrants fall to pieces,that the achievements of the wicked collapse.Have you ever asked world travelers how they see it?Have you not listened to their storiesOf evil men and women who got off scot-free,who never had to pay for their wickedness?Did anyone ever confront them with their crimes?Did they ever have to face the music?Not likely—they’re given fancy funeralswith all the trimmings,Gently lowered into expensive graves,with everyone telling lies about how wonderful they were.