

’twere few who probed the Bloody Lane
Made a measure of the dead
And took the trumpet’s long refrain
On which that pox was spread


Few saw first-hand the Devil’s Den
Or that actor’s vaulting fame
But a house divided, now as then,
Will soon be spurred to flame


Be this not the Hornet’s Nest
No last grand sworded charge
Yet our missteps, the Fates attest,
Unleash the hounds of Mars