OF POETS PAST

Of love and daffodils who reads?
Of hero's and of noble deeds
Of "legal" war the minstrel led
(which left the children just as dead)
Oh Wordsworth, Byron, Moore, what would you say,
If you the poets of today,
Must make immortal heroes of the present age,
For future generations, write a history page.

Free love? abortion freedom now we give
(and still the children cannot live)
No flowers bloom in bible lands today,
The phosphorus burned them all away,
In freedoms name are people maimed or dead,
Or worse, in Gods name revolutions led,
His honour in the city streets the minstrel's newly won,
His father's sword he doesn't need, with armour piercing gun.

The poets answered, voice's sad,
such words as these we never had,
But people know since time began,
Of mans inhumanity to man,
But still the seasons come and go,
In holy lands new flowers will grow,
If from the world old life is torn,
Then equally new life is born.

So people, please do not despair,
Your trouble's we will help you bear,
New hero's, values, language we will find,
To make immortal present day mankind,
Of science new, our poems now will tell,
(as well as how the minstrel fell)
So tell us please, for learn we must,
What is a nuclear holocaust?.