I wrote this about 25 years back. What does everyone think?

In Babel's wake the nations all in vain
With each attempt to cross the lines of thought.
Unknown to them, all these must end in naught
If all our wants are sought for without pain.
The fickle minds of men will have their way
Consid'ring not the others that exist.
The moral infant, then, will raise his fist
'Til all are gone and come the final day.
The path of peace--Eureka!--tread upon
Despite the vanities of angled speech,
Is soaring forth on verdant wings unfurled
And calling all by means of straight. The dawn
Will birth this age enlightened if we each
For hope, will labour on this sullied world.