Man

I was always (I still am) angered by the vices I see among ourselves. The realization that our all the blessings we received from God are being used for satanic purposes made me sad and angry. The following poem is one that I wrote during one such bout of anger against some quarrelsome neighbours.

Man (9-2-1994)

Two hands to serve, two eyes to see
And pity someone in agony.
A tongue for prayer, heart for love
Were given to man. The heaven above
Was built for man’s own delight.
The radiant sun, with all its light,
The moon, the stars shining bright,
The earth and ocean, in all their span,
Were built for the man, the man.

The music of the wind among
The swaying trees and the song
Of the lark endure because
Their absence would have been a loss
For weary minds of tired men
Toiling under the summer sun.

Earth would have with these things been fine,
But, for those ugly things we find
(And sadly which also endure
With place in hearts of men secure)-
Anger, greed and evil desire
Bare, or oft clad in attire
Of the better things of man
To fight against whom but man.

It’s wonder! Men are easy prey
To satanic army and they
Working with the devil’s brain
Succeed in their attempt to train
The human brain in things that are
Major tactics in the war
Of devil with the human clan
And the devil’s soldier is the man.

Two hands to fight, two eyes to see
And enjoy a scene of agony;
Tongue for malice, brain to plan
All evil moves for Satan-
Possessions are of a modern man.

Nature would have, in her conniption,
Sent humans into extinction,
(And surely Mother Nature can)
But, for her love for the race of man.