Ph: Life: The History Of The Future Poem by Brian Johnston

There's certainly an irony that's found in thoughts of ‘history'
However one may feel about the war between the sexes,
And would not ‘herstory, ' be just as sexist for example?
Is ‘history' itself a ploy to bring some peace to mystery?
It seems whatever finds its page the tragedy is ample.
And claims that someone won at all? It certainly perplexes.

What ‘history' seems certain in God's quest to win man's heart of hearts?
The last five hundred years suggests the tide is running from Him,
As more dogmatic Christians try to bind God with the Bible,
Preferring sinful legalisms to the Grace God's love imparts,
And men of conscience shun the Church's countenance of libel,
Preferring their souls rot in hell to sanctimonious hymn!

Technology is sure to bring new dreams to cradle of mankind!
My father plowed his father's land behind a team of horses,
Yet lived to see man plant his flag upon a distant moon scape.
We seek, we probe, we test, we dream. New life? Who knows what we will find?
We grow, we blossom, multiply, explore the mind's landscape!
And unafraid we all sign up for life's emerging courses!
 
Man's evolution's likely to take a strange twist, or two, or three
Genetic change no longer linked to random acts of God's will
Republicans considered now a sad pathetic erring
As all humanity now pulls the choicest fruit from genome's tree
And Eden's garden's apple changes to a human pearing
As man's imagination flows, God's Quill now host to man's fill.

And what if we could judge the future's likely impact by the past?
The dinosaur extinction does not give me confidence sir,
For science and the Bible see consuming fire as certain,
Though we're not here to see it my friend, still the end will come at last!
And if man is still earthbound it will be the final curtain,
And ‘history' not there at last to see final ‘Godstory'.