I held the world ransom with my pen
Daring that I would soon reveal it’s sins
And bring rank faults unto the scathing scan
Of every eye that deftly truth defends.
The world laughed and said “you silly boy,
You are of lowly birth, what can you prove
And from the throng, who hears a lonely voice
That ever could dark hearts of stone so move?”
You are correct suggesting I am one —
But every line begins with just one word
And words unto more words beget a song
So sung by lips of truth ‘til all is heard.
There is no greater lever held by man,
So heed my ink and ‘give me where to stand’.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.