One looked from the Top of the Tower,
His name it was Hendrik van Loon.
And McNeill saw the lights,
Up from Morningside Heights,
While Stavrianos looked down from the Moon.
Nehru only saw glimpses,
As his view was obstructed by bars.
But he and H.G.,
Strived to set mankind free,
As they dreamt of the end of all wars.
And Arnold argued with Oswald,
The pattern is rise and decline.
And so it resounds,
Beyond national bounds,
Because a border is merely a line.