I saw the old god of war stand in a bog between chasm and rockface...
And without shame he talked on and presented himself as a great one
for order. And he described how everywhere he put barns in order, by
emptying them.
And as one throws crumbs to sparrows, he fed poor people with
crusts of bread which he had taken away from poor people.
-- Bertolt Brecht. "The God of War"