Marvel you say!
The speech of men
Tolling with rhetoric and grand tenor
That sings the crowd in one voice.
”To live and perish under your banner.’

Which witch brews their words?
That in trance it leaves the masses.
And how often they copy Lucifer?
To mould your hearts to their whims.

You judge men by this benchmark
To stamp the badge of wisdom.
And whose actions do the talking.
You scorn them for keeping words mum!

With solemn words they tuck at your hearts.
When they thump and urge in their talks
And by the time you catch their true scent
Their words are manifested unjustly in walks.

Note the syllable which
Entreats you, ‘Bind your will to ours’
And probe the din of their gamut
Meant to disunite you from your chores.

By mere letters they raise a mutiny
And stir your yesmanship.
To dangle you like puppets
So you gnaw at your kinsmanship.

The heart isn’t unveiled in a speech.
In words why then rummage for redress!
Yet you place your will under their rein.
In words who conceal dark falseness.

Oh! How you’re swayed by mighty voices
And worship the men belching it.
How you wonder on their intonations
Which ebb and flow like a sea current!

Hark the dark soul of their text.
And mark the murky aim of their words.
If you are awed by their theatrics
Let it not sink your discerning senses.