These days the world's still good and bad,
But both hide within facades of man;
Developed under nameless acts
And faceless tacts of selfish plans.
I fear for fear inspired in joy
For it lends itself to a harmful ploy;
If we resign to a life alone
And suspect each man that comes in tow,
Then goodness dies with those who grow it
And our end will come, as soon as woe.