O! It's a boy !
The dull halls echoed a war triumph,
A prize Turkey, worshiped flesh,
It's just a vase, let go! They said,
Let go! Let go ! Let go ! Let go !
Alas ! How the monster they let grow!
A mild jest, a harmless conquest,
Once, twice, thrice,
And the many more times,
Then came the woman, naïve, ensnared!
Voiceless screams was all that inferred…