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Red no longer the footprints of our great explorers
Franklin, Cook and Clive,
Livingstone, Stanley and Scott,
Their adventures still stirring the hearts of men,
The sun ne’er setting on their courage
and fortitude.
Proud men of stature
Enriching the spirit of man.
Red no longer their memorial
But the blood spilled
‘What is this life if full of care By Man’s inhumanity to Man.
We have no time to stand and stare’ No longer the footprints of glorious men
But the iron fist of barbarous, inglorious men
‘Leisure’, W.H. Davies Forever in the shadows
With their wars and revolution,
Care Their political and religious strife and insurrection
Destroying the spirit of man.
The World remains full of care though Famine and poverty God’s vengeance
not of caring. On these malevolent men.
The map remains spattered with red This poor World – full of care
though not of daring. Though not of caring.

Red no longer the footprints of our great navigators
The great Elizabethan voyagers
Drake and Baffin, Hudson and Frobisher.

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