More discontents I never had

Since I was born than now

I must not trust here to any

Bereaved, deceived by so many

As one undone by my losses

Ache in human mind is cleaving

Here we are now but late we're hurled

By dreams each one into a separate world

Betrayed, deceived

No places are (this I am sure) secure

In this our wasting war, I'm mad

And he whom we see dejected

Next day we see evicted

It's easy to invent a life

It's easy to efface a death