Few things are noble in these latter days of man;
Not his love – his love is impish and improper, not anguish,
But frantic lusts in succession, never to be satisfied.
Nor his arms – his wars are weak and worthless, for nothing,
Just scrabbling in the darkness for security.
Still not his labours, his buildings, his deeds,
Be they for family, country, or nation, all corrupt,
All tainted by desire, be it for gold or fame or else
For that noble fire that filled his forefathers’ hearts.
But few things are noble in these latter days of man,
And from that truth stems sorrow, simple and clear,
The hunched shoulders and gleaming eyes of those who mourn nobility
The last noble thing to stand in these latter days of man.
I do not really think that our current world is meaningless – simply that there has been a shift in the emphasis we give our priorities. Nowadays expediency is more frequently referred to than the justice or nobility of a cause, particularly when compared to other ages. But this is the thing that they call progress.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic