If heavy reigns are lightly seized
When foolishness is often pleased
Where calloused hands have found and squeezed
There Sorrow goes, a plague unleashed.
If work and toil are always eased
When idle wants are swift appeased
Where honest men are mocked and teased
Then Sorrow comes, dark flood released.
If noble walls have been besieged
When tyrants rule with minds diseased
Where brokenness has been bequeathed
Here Sorrow stays, and lives, and breeds.
