An Apology To Charles Mackay

We are ashamed, sir dear We are ashamed. Neither the earth glistened In the ray of good time, Nor we are still In the way of good time. Pen is serving, not right But the mighty lord, Kneeling bowing bending, Instead of superseding sword. Nations still quarrel To prove them stronger. Men are being slaughtered For the sake o f honour. Men are being burned, Terror rules the world, Birth, not the worth Still fools the world. War, the monster of iniquity Has worn different masks. Somewhere proving pride Somewhere deadly tasks. We couldn't bring the good time The good time once you dreamt. ‘'Let us aid what we can'' We have forgotten what you meant.