A Student's Lament

Oh, hear this tale so pure and true,
And let its wisdom speak to you –
For wisest is the one who knows
How far a little knowledge goes.
A week ago, I read a case.
The Saviour of the Human Race
If I could solve it, I would be.
No ill or want or poverty
Would ever strike this nation more;
But happiness from shore to shore
Would mark the land. Though scholars bent
The greatest part of their intent
To helping cure each scurvy ill,
Though statesmen gave it all their will,
Though they were learned, clever men,
And years spent on it five times ten,
Still, where they failed, we shall succeed –
A single night is all we need.
And we need neither work nor strive,
But trust in Porter’s forces five –
The secret weapon we possess
In lieu of toil and earnestness.
An hour think we, and we say,
“To wish the country’s ills away
We only need to educate
The masses. Let us meditate
On how to do this, for, if done,
The nation by itself shall run;
No poverty, no foeticide,
But joyful mirth on every side.”
How strange that this efficient plan
Occurred to not a single man!
Ah! If the PM only knew
Our wisdom, then as true as true
He could dismiss his Cabinet
With little worry or regret,
And act upon our sage advice:
It would be simple and concise.
“Come, educate!” “Ban foeticide!”
“Bar poverty!” “Abolish pride!”
“Propose a bill in Parliament
To make all criminals repent.”
“Make peace, for war is but a waste
Of time, and one in poor taste.”
“Make all pollution go away.”
“Command the crops to grow today.”
And so we wisely solved the case,
But saw on our Professor’s face
No silent smile of happy pride;
Instead, he did his students chide.
Alas, he did not recognize
That we were clever, bright and wise.
And so, our simple answer spurned,
We to our empty rooms returned;
Alas! For none appreciate
Our words, so few and true and great.