Over the fence (and out). The [former] Chickenfeed carpark, Sandy Bay. March 2013.
Everywhere you look there are tyrants. I'm tempted to say that this is a new thing, but am reasonably certain that they've always been around...
Epitaph on a Tyrant, W. H. Auden
Perfection of a kind was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
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