A Good Man goes to War

How could they be so gross, how could they be so blind,
They humiliated him, they put the Good Man in a bind,
The Desert fumed, the Rivers ran wild,
The Sky tore out and the Universe had its ogres lined,
The Ocean mad, its creatures twined,
The Dementors roared in rapture, they had no mind,
Five Billion of them had risen, they besieged him from the front and hind,
Five Billion of them could not, suppress the glory of mankind.

The Good Man laughed, he knew well their kind,
He was born to wrestle them with his mind,
The universe trembled, when his aura shined,
He set forth with all the will in him enshrined,
He would not lose, all the world's good was at stake behind,
Ten billion years had passed, there were more ahead of him to grind,
His strength was nearly spent, yet there was always some more that he could find
What choice he had with him, He was destined to protect, the glory of mankind.

What horrors had he fought! how much more lay further in time,
What was the price of the thing he protected, he knew well in his mind,
To him had been the fairest of humanity assigned,
He could not dare stop, the best of the world would be maligned,
The light of the star he protected, would in his exhaustion always him remind,
The power of that music, the power of that innocence was too hard to rescind
The deeds of the fallen heroes swelled in his mind, the pride of them combined,
Until the last cell of his body was alive, never would he cede, the glory of mankind.