Classic Poem

The Hildebrands, the Philips and the Borgias
Where are they now? Behind the scene; mute as
The millions whom they butchered in their rage.
Hard task they had, poor men: what was their wage?
From God, we know not, but may dread the worst;
From man, a grave and memory forever curst:
Who worships self a foolish thought has ween'd,
Must offer all , and find his God — a Fiend.