Hear Ye

Anyone can write poetry, philosophers and kings

Who can write the words that say, listen to what I mean

That interest young and old, blind and deaf as well

Propel them to the stars, or to the depths of hell.

Savant you say, he means no harm while wid'ling away

Both time, truth and sanctity hard earned by all each day

This message clear to anyone when lofty words do prey

On man both fool and king, enlightened and dismayed.