There's a good time coming boys...

There’s a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming,
War in all men’s eyes shall be
A monster of iniquity.
In the good time coming.
Nations shall not quarrel then,
To prove which is the stronger;
Nor slaughter men for glory’s sake;
Wait a little longer.

Charles Mackay, 1846

I have been in love with this poem since I first read it; the above mentioned excerpt being my favourite. Hope oozes from every word; the sheer brilliance, simplicity and harmony of each stanza with the one above it; it is a fantastic read.
And how poignant it is… More than a hundred and fifty years on and we can yet relate to it, we are still waiting for that ‘good time’ that Mackay so confidently believed lay so near. Yet in the solemnity of the world today, it feels wonderful to remember through this poem how the spirit of a human cannot be trodden upon. How the innate emotion of a pure and innocent hope can transcend all physical and emotional pain. It is a beautiful feeling that through the words of this poem you can correlate to the billions that inhabit this planet; anyone and everyone dreams this dream, prays this prayer.

There’s a good time coming boys,
A good time coming,
We may not live to see the day,
But earth shall glisten in the ray.
Of the good time coming
Cannon balls may aid the truth,
But thought’s a weapon stronger;
We’ll win our battle by its aid;
Wait a little longer.

Hamd out!