I wish I had at least an hour
To leave this troubled world behind
And shelter in an ivory tower
As if my mind were deaf and blind.
Let me dissolve each bloody heading
In silence, in a misty doze,
While sweet oblivion is spreading
Over the field of countless woes...
But no — I see it coming nearer,
The deadly shadow of our age,
The armed, and faked, and handcuffed era
We did not choose and cannot change.