They all want to try and change this World,
They are young and full of great ideas,
They think they have all the answers too,
They feel just like the heroic Musketeers.
But gradually, in time, they tend to find,
These plans have been badly left undone,
And so many people, who have gone before,
Have tried, but not one single soul has won.
For history will invariably follow history,
And conflicts everywhere will never change,
Always the hate, always wars and slaughter,
It's nothing new, remarkable or strange.

They all want to try and change this World,
This time they say, 'now we will show you how',
But with dissolution, a stream of brave crusaders,
Will come and stand and sadly take their bow.
Each creative and imaginative proud scholar,
However keen he may be in himself,
Will never find the solution or the answer,
For history will always repeat itself.
They are not lacking in their stalwart courage,
Or in their enthusiasm's eager zest,
But if they think that they can change this World,
Then, they must be picturing our future life with jest.

© Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover

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