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