How will you feel, my friend?
In the years ahead
When the head is fullest grey
And your walk is more a crawl
Across the heart of aging time

And death is just a matter of time
That your conscience condemns you
That while you once held the fate of lives
In your hand, you chose to be petty
And foolish as a wise filled madman
So that many died
When they could have lived?

How do you feel, my friend?
That in the name of justice
You create injustice
So many are violated
And like Nero you fiddle
While fire rages to consume
Even the little child in the innocent crib.