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Essay on Modern Man

(Modeled after  Alexander Pope’s Essay on Man)

Essay on Modern Man

Know then thyself and love thyself in whole
And know that only man can man control.
Through centuries of falsely noble deeds,
He chokes himself by cultivating weeds:
Though greater good–equality–he sows,
The seeds of hatred bloom in staggered rows;
He champions for liberty and right
By crushing opposition with his might;
He trusts the jackal to preserve his life,
To seize, in teeth, his offspring and his wife.

“Our children are the future,” he proclaims,
“They will uphold our good, untarnished names,”
But then neglects the sharp and adept minds
To act in favor of the average kinds.

And here he stands, at zenith of his prime,
Reveling in his paradox sublime.
This is the tale, the fate of modern men:
To rise, to fall, and mock themselves again.