Listen My Man Poem by S.W. Clark

Listen My Man



Speak up, my man, and tell your tale
those things you say could be for sale.
It might sound bleak and somber
but shout it aloud and you'll be heard.
Sparkle it, fantacize it, be a wiseacre.
Drive your point and make it sure.
Demagogue you demigod
Set your throne above
Place it beyond the truth that is
And you'll be the one they'll love.
Speak as though your words are His,
then say just a little more.
Don't be afraid, have no whim,
your strength will surely soar.

These are the words he said to himself
as he glanced at the throne of God.
Yes, Satan, that dragon, though wile he be
the Almighty he wanted to trod.

Who do you listen to tickle your ears?
Who do you wish to obey?
The voice of what has been revealed true,
or the voice of the lies they say.

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