If, of all words of tongue and pen, the saddest are, "It might have been," More sad are these we daily see: "It is, but hadn't ought to be!"

Some day I think
   The world will end in fire,
   Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
   What our politicians think,
   I don't think they think...
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great and would suffice.