Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 10, No. 12. August 20, 1947

Cynic's Song

Cynic's Song

There is no need for us to hate;
For war and peace must alternate;
And there are diplomatic reasons
For fluctuations in the seasons.

In Spring, when every prospect pleases,
Wars are likened to diseases;
Then every spokesman will agree
On universal amity.

In Summer Truth can still endure
The swiftly rising temperature;
But with the cooling Autumn weather
Ideals and leaves alt fall together.

Then, as the Winter comes, we see
The hidden blight of enmity;
And to conform with new-found facts
We turn to realistic acts.

And yet be sure that no ill-will
Determines whom we maim or kill;
We'll have a diplomatic reason
And shoot, like gentlemen, in season.

Anton Vogt.