World Is Crazier And More Of It

A City Built Upon Mud; A Culture Built Upon Profit; Free Speech Nipped In The Bud, The Minority Always Guilty. Why Should I Want To Go Back To You, Ireland, My Ireland?

World Is Suddener Than We Fancy It.

A Pharaoh's Profile, A Krishna's Grace, Tail Like A Question Mark.

I Am Not Yet Born; Forgive Me For The Sins That In Me The World Shall Commit, My Words When They Speak Me, My Thoughts When They Think Me, My Treason Engendered By Traitors Beyound Me, My Life When They Murder By Means Of My Hands, My Death When They Live Me.

I Am Not Yet Born; O Fill Me With Strength Against Those Who Would Freeze My Humanity.