Lo
See thee the childe
See thou the arc of his arms?
The flailing of his feet?
See thou how the cans are strewn before him?
How he strikes them down in every instant?
Hark, friend, and witness!
His screams, they echo throughout the land
As his cries bring tears,
To red-shirted serfs
See, now the devastation as it is wrought.
He lays waste to aisles,
Besieges shopping carts,
And embattles the i...