Anarchy [Greek translation]

I saw a city filled with lust and shame

Where men ,like wolves ,slunk through the grim half-light

And sudden,in the midst of it , there came

One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right

And speaking, fell before that brutish race

Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear

While brute Dishonour ,with her bloodless face

Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer

" Speak not of God! In centuries that word

Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we"

And God stretched the forth finger as

He heard

And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea

• Artist:John McCrae