Here you will find the Poem When I Was an Editor of poet Stephan Stephansson
So maudlin, with pity and pathos I stood If someone who erred got the lashes; If hanged, I'd weep over the ashes. With vocal dispraise such injustice I viewed But somehow as soon as the war-craze ensued, When slaughter en masse was the popular mood And corpses all over the planet were strewed, With dumb indecision I stood. For there was the problem of friendships and food - One's sympathies nobody cashes. To dampen my conscience-clashes The cracks in my honor I artfully glued With unctuous lies that I hastily brewed - And cheered just as loud as I could.