Tell us how your thoughts lend,
Themselves, to every code and creed,
How you’ve learned not to offend,
And so learned not to believe.

My men of Modern means,
Prudent, you have always been,
My men of Modern, please,
Tell us what you have not seen.

Tell us how the world began,
Long before the sea did swim,
Of faith - or the heart of man,
Or the gods you curse and dim.

My men of Modern means,
Sages, you have always been,
My men of Modern, please,
Tell us how the future gleams.

Tell us of your New Earth –
And the glory it will hold,
Where all work is equal worth,
And freedom’s bought and sold.

My men of Modern means,
Triumphant, you will be,
So men of Modern, please,
Begrudge me not this plea:

Moderns, oh so strong and tall,
I have lost and I will bend!
Just tell me how you fooled us all,
Into the madness of this end.