'darth

    "Darth Cheney on Jenkem"

But were it so, that i stood idly by
Through all my country's enemies' mad reign;

And did not even raise one angry word
Audible ten feet off, from this moraine;

And were it so, that i let all this pass,
Nor daily flayed my conscience with arraign:

What if i did, not lonely in my sloom
But as a myriad dogs, penned in the rain?