 
      Dr. Riad Nourallah  - 
        “A Tribute in Verse”
In  celebration of the Diplomatic Academy of London’s
14th International Symposium - The Impact  of Technology on Intelligence and Security
        We need more tools,  not less IT
        Even the  cute celebrity,
        The phone  to snog, the trendy blog,
        But not to  kick the underdog,
        We need  more tools to build a dome,
        For all  the children with no home,
        And  schools, and presses for more books,
        To tell  the truth about high crooks,
        For continents  to build a bridge,
        And for  Ozone—a safer fridge ;
        But those  with wealth and brutal power,
        Must not  hijack my every flower,
        And patent  buds in every forest,
        Branding  themselves the only florist.
        My beauty  grows; like Truth, it’sVAST,
        And joy is  born with all the cast,
        I see my  joy in cyber chats,
        But most  with global diplomats,
        The ones  who serve the larger need,
        And not  their masters’ howls of greed,
        And do  their work, humane and bold,
        To sweep  away every blindfold,
        Honing the  arts of winning hearts
        And not  the s-kills of Ninja darts—
        Diplomacy  that hugs the sun,
        The Soft  the Hard cannot outrun,
        The Soft  that really runs the world
        Or its  conscience, when not so blurred,
        When  bright image and good repute
        Reflect  the true state of the fruit,
        For what  merit lies in the glitz
        If worms  beneath prepare their blitz?
        Lincoln  the Great said “one may fool
        The crowd  a season, and may rule ;
        But then  the Truth comes out to shine
        And write  the book—Human, Divine!”
        And then  Love mocks imperial pomp
        That chose  to strike roots in a -- swamp,
        And sent  its legions to grab land,
        And pitch  its war-tents on quicksand ;
        For Peace  must bloom within the Soul,
        One Peace,  not p-i-e-c-e-s, One fair Whole,
        Embracing needs of West and East,
        Those of  the spirit—and the beast!
        With due  respect for gentle Life,
        Who dreads  but scorns the sneering knife!—
  My diplomats, who sing my song,
        Have known  that green Truth all along:
        Do not  invade, but persuade,
        For Love  endures while rusts the blade;
        The Hard  may strut and fret a while,
        But it’s  the Soft who’ll stay and smile—
        As you  have stayed in this good hall,
        For which  I bless you one and all.”