Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, <br />And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; <br />He knew human folly like the back of his hand, <br />And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; <br />When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, <br />And when he cried the little children died in the streets.<br /><br />Wystan Hugh Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-a-tyrant-2/
