Marcus - Modern Men |
The men you meet are liars of the time, As high as they may seem to you: A statesman's ways are all sublime, But ne'er a word of his is true. The preacher talks for form alone, And does like sinners bound for Hell: To all these tricks the world is prone, Although the Beadle rings his bell. Between the State and Christian Church, The poor are kept in their "good" place, And if they kick, they'll be in lurch With judge who stares them in the face. It's God alone to save us all, For not in man can any trust: All mortals treat the rest like ball They kick on field to yonder dust. Next when your prayers you do say, Ask God to come Himself to you: For j'ust as night comes after day All men will prove to be untrue. It may sound harsh to tell this tale, But every man can vouch for it, For he has had his timely sale Of cruel conscience, bit by bit. |
RastafarI |
Haile Selassie I |