Satan - [inspired By “look Out, My Children” By Love Doctor Eyan Desir] Poem by Angelina Pandian

Satan doesn’t wait for you till Sunday
To come and hear him preach
He lies waiting by your doorstep
And walks the street with you
Showing all his wares well displayed
He is a smooth talker and does not
Bore you to death on a Sunday morning
When you’d rather be stoned out
For the weekend with his (Satan’s) friends
Thick as thieves as dearest company.
He is a bosom friend he tells you
Make hay while the sun shines
Charity begins and ends at home
Think of your self he teaches selfishness
Selfishness which causes bitterness
Hatred, envy, covetousness and heartlessness
Selfishness – Mother of all Sins
Cause of greed and desire it seems
Just a small insignificant innocent sin
But, tap root of all evil in men!
Satan! Satan! He is no man behind a mask
He is hiding in each man you meet
He is lurking behind easy situations
Waiting to make you sin
He shows you the shortcut to Hell!
Look out, my children, warns my friend
Love doctor Eyan Desir and I join him
To say, look out, look out everyone
He lies waiting by your doorstep
Ready to walk with you!