A dreamer? Yes, without price.
He filled no great niche in the town where he lived,
Was never considered worth while.
The pacifist craft rolled their eyes to the sky
And mentioned his name with a smile,
An odious smile, twixt a smirk and a grin,
A smile that was snaky and sly.
They’d ne’er draw a sword nor strike with a club,
But could damn with the lift of an eye.
The tocsin of war sounds at last in the land,