• Canter’s poem.

    Who are you to judge me?
    What do you think I am?
    I used to be a beggar,
    Can you spare a dime ma’am?

    The rules of the world have changed.
    And now I am the leader,
    Of all this before me
    But I won’t mind becoming a killer

    I may be a theif
    I may be a drunk
    But I won’t drop dead that easy
    I’d even kill a monk

    I’m as much a victim as you
    Of this dreadful war
    It certainly left some damage
    Oh, what a tore.

    It doesn’t matter now
    I won’t even lie
    Time is running out
    And it’s time for you to die.