A Tribute To The Essay On Man

Hope springs eternal in the human breast -
Man never is, but always to be blest.
A liberal agenda seeking heroes in the age
Of globalised economies and politics in jest.

In this hope of man lies image bright -
Of the legend of the man prepared to fight,
Not for creed or colour, but the choice:
But sadly Alexander Pope just might
Not find such a man in a world of terror snaring,
With teeth like razors and sirens ever-blaring.
Hopes springs eternal in the human breast,
But lord knows that we men just do our best.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate
But to date man sees his fate in his surrounds.
As machine guns rattle and soldiers march
Through blazing deserts and mortar rounds.
From Ireland to Iraq to Afghanistan,
The war is still not done.
Our liberal war of heroes lies
In state without it won.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
When all about the world is filled with hate
At the gate of hell’s most heinous beck and call?
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
But never to arise in darkest nests.

What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
As missiles hurled to heaven rise and fall.
As Apache and Tornado rock the ground
And innocence is shattered at the sound
Of bomb and gun and gutting
Of humanity’s lamb in war.
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today –
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.
Man never is, but always to be blest.
If time should come, and we the people fall –
I hope our liberal peace shall ever be here placed.