Relevant excerpt from one of those old timey poems that went pretty hard:
"First Envy, Eldest-Born of Hell, embrued Her hands in blood, and taught the Sons of men to make a death which Nature never made, and God abhorr’d, with violence rude to break of life ere half its length was run, and rob a wretched brother of his being.
With joy Ambition saw, and soon improv’d the execrable deed—'Twas not enough by subtle fraud to snatch a single life, puny impiety! Whole kingdoms fell to sate the lust of power; more horrid, the foulest stain and scandal of our nature became its boast.—One Murder made a Villain, Millions a Hero.—Princes were privileg’d to kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Ah! why will Kings forget they are Men? And Men that they are Brethren? Why delight in human sacrifice? Why burst the ties of Nature, that should knit their souls together in one soft bond of amity and love?
Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on inhumanely ingenious to find out new pains for life, new terrors for the grave, artificers of Death! Still Monarchs dream of universal Empire growing up from universal ruin."
Death: A Poetical Essay, Beilby Portus, 1759
“Artificers of Death” pretty much sums up our modern “kings” and “princes” just as well as it did then. These people truly live by the old idea that they are heroic for killing millions, but no one else better even think it’s kinda funny or at least karmic if one of them gets got.
Relevant excerpt from one of those old timey poems that went pretty hard:
"First Envy, Eldest-Born of Hell, embrued Her hands in blood, and taught the Sons of men to make a death which Nature never made, and God abhorr’d, with violence rude to break of life ere half its length was run, and rob a wretched brother of his being.
With joy Ambition saw, and soon improv’d the execrable deed—'Twas not enough by subtle fraud to snatch a single life, puny impiety! Whole kingdoms fell to sate the lust of power; more horrid, the foulest stain and scandal of our nature became its boast.—One Murder made a Villain, Millions a Hero.—Princes were privileg’d to kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Ah! why will Kings forget they are Men? And Men that they are Brethren? Why delight in human sacrifice? Why burst the ties of Nature, that should knit their souls together in one soft bond of amity and love?
Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on inhumanely ingenious to find out new pains for life, new terrors for the grave, artificers of Death! Still Monarchs dream of universal Empire growing up from universal ruin."
“Artificers of Death” pretty much sums up our modern “kings” and “princes” just as well as it did then. These people truly live by the old idea that they are heroic for killing millions, but no one else better even think it’s kinda funny or at least karmic if one of them gets got.