Sometimes I have visions of myself driving through hell, selling sulphur and brimstone, or through heaven peddling refreshments to the roaming souls.… - Bertolt Brecht

"The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!"

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer."

Who built Thebes of the 7 gates ?
In the books you will read the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock ? And Babylon, many times demolished,
Who raised it up so many times ? In what houses of gold glittering Lima did its builders live ?
Where, the evening that the Great Wall of China was finished, did the masons go? Great Rome is full of triumphal arches.
Who erected them? Over whom did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song, only palaces for its inhabitants ? Even in fabled Atlantis, the night that the ocean engulfed it,
The drowning still cried out for their slaves. The young Alexander conquered India.
Was he alone? Caesar beat the Gauls.
Did he not even have a cook with him? Philip of Spain wept when his armada went down.
Was he the only one to weep? Frederick the Second won the Seven Years' War.
Who else won it? Every page a victory.
Who cooked the feast for the victors? Every ten years a great man.
Who paid the bill? So many reports. So many questions.

For the task assigned them Men aren't smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.