Ezar's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd
The meekness you so drunkenly abhor,
Vorkosigan, I've striven with my blood
to fix in every puking, murderous Vor --
with mixed results, I grant. There is no god
to terrify them into living well ;
that falls to me, as it will fall to you,
and my own son, as cruel as he is ill,
is living proof of why blood yet must flow.
I let you spew your nonsense in your cups
because I need you, and before the end
I'll have your last submission to my need.
You'll prate of honour then, and know its lapse
as painfully as any man who'll lend
another's son the right to kill his seed.