Declension

Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown; Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays, And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays. He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound, The cold-blooded outlaw donning dark's lucid veils; His the bounden call to trim unwary lives that thrive, His a sworn charge to hit to halt sea's merriest sails. They're hell's happiest saints of true devoted cadre, Obstinate desperados who without real reason hate; Theirs rare glories for wanton vitriol by meanest fate Met on innocent casualties of villainy's vicious adder. What grand gratification fills world's cruelest hearts That sting undeserving souls in most delicate parts? Why do allegedly feeling minds grow numbest to cry, Whilst their pleading victims in iron malevolence die? How can life’s most cognitive kind find sweet preys, In other creatures alike in mien and all visible ways?