Newton Great War Poem by john wake

Newton started the revolution,
Sitting under a tree,
He questioned authority.
Like Alexander he dreamt of reaching India,
And thanks to Mr. Halley he leaped.
I often wonder of Sir Arthur Eddington,
How leapt from one formula to another,
Dumbstruck like little Frieda at the sight of a full moon,
Lusting at the German’s work,
Oh how the gentlemen of the Queen cried foul.
Poor Newton! Now they challenging his ways,
And just like William Charlaton
(A man he outsmarted in front of the magistrate)
He was the first of his kind.
But the Eclipse has declared Einstein the winner.
And the revolution has began again,
Calling for a Great war,
Only now men exchange thought rather than fire.
Poor Einstein he has taken refugee;
In a country that sits on the fence.
Opting to swim and fish,
Watching the neighbor painting his house,
Looking at Maric but writing about Elsa.
All the while the scholars of the fatherland
Bark at the gentlemen of the Royal society,
Defending the truth in his work.
Alas! Misunderstood like Keats,
Who was wooed by Chapman’s view Homer.