It wept by the waters of Babylon, and when all men were a loss, it screeched in writhing agony as it hung bleeding from the cross. It died in Rome by lion and sword in defiant, cruel array, when the deathly word was Spartacus along the Oppian Way. It marched with Watt the Tyler's poor, and frightened lord and king. And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare, is e'er a living thing?