Speak of the Devil
by Johnny ST Tai
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
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SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
By Johnny tai – smile tiger or jst
Friday, November 15, 2002
I REMEMBER ONE YOUNG Peter MacNare,
A fine lad bred of love and care,
Who lived down-stream right by the river,
Selling cattle, looking after mother…
Oh a handsome youth he was,
Who dressed well and could think fast,
But to one mistake he had fallen,
He spoke of the devil once too often…
He sought freedom and unlawful joy,
Wrote them lyrics of erratic choices.
He sang songs of the darken times,
And followed none of them godly divines.
But peter was a man of kinder heart,
Who’d never mouth a word of negative remark.
Who treated all lives same as one,
No matter of noble kings or vagabonds.
I remember the day Devil knocked on his door,
Saying “Peter, you’re going to the war!
Serve your nation with glorious pride,
Then come home a hero and find you a bride!”
Two days later, Peter stood in the line,
Wearing the uniform of C-35,
Marching off with others just like him,
To face the woe our bible never explained.
What Pete saw, may words never describe,
But since you’re so interested, I might just give it a try.
He saw men chopped to pieces when they were still alive,
Women raped till death as their children fried,
Private Dave’s legs were severed from his hips,
And he bled to death with Jesus on his lips.
Half of an old woman protruded from beneath a fallen wall,
And a man’s arm twitched by a tank’s wheels as he was crushed to pulps.
Closing his eyes, Peter fell to his knees,
Praying desperately to the God he never believed:
“Heavenly father, please forgive me,
Take me from this manmade Hell and set me free.”
Then he was swallowed by the sea of pain,
As shards of a grenade scorched his skins…
Peter left home in 1932,
Taken by the devil to learn him the truth.
Now a scarred old man haunts the graveyard,
No longer the same man of the brilliant heart.
Looking for the stone of one Marilyn MacNare,
Mumbling words of the deepest despair:
“Speak not of the devil, whatever you do,
Cause he ain’t easy none when he reach out for you,
Think one second more before calling his name,
Cause he’s always there in the hearts of men.”
Gospel? No! Political? Yes, just like most of my works, this is talkin’ bout them wars and Governments.