Must the implacable, fierce beast
Have room and verge for ravage still,
Unmenaced by the hunter's spear;
Blast the beginnings of goodwill,
Fill the fresh-budding waste with fear?
'Tis time, 'tis time! Incarnate crime,
Embodied cruelty and lust,
Trampler in slaughter-sanguined slime,
Mocker of loyalty and trust;
Derider of the human bond,