At the same moment I was to throw a stone on the dead calm waters...the Master surfaced, and there is rejoicing among the Olympus gods and all the lesser gods and goddesses poets...

I have asked the Olympus gods
with a humble prayer of my own
why they have forgotten his place
when one among them all he was,
the one no wasting time like Bacchus
libation of wines and getting drunk,
while Andre with unique poet’s quill
divine poems to mortal men he wrote,
as them ignored Olympus sapience
engaging themselves in many a war.

Men’s universe had become silent
nobody a protest for injustice shouts,
complacency reigns under Ares, over
a humanity that are human no more,
when Hermes came telling all of us
that deceit were asking for our votes,
so the slithering snakes on the grass
can every democratic morsel devour.

The Champion of Justice became tacit
perhaps tired, many a deaf man he saw
that no reason willingly want to hear
coming from the Master’s true voice,
as they are smoking the opium of lies,
dreaming, of their paradise are devoid
as they sleep away their true times
where man on the scales put his soul,
to wake up every morning by choice,
as “they” deleted Justice from his world.

Not only a friend but more like a brother,
peaceful he came knocking on my door
to tell me that Olympus was getting empty
as mortals wanted to cover it with gold,
prisons growing, houses filled with hunger
because our everyday bread are no more,
if you want to eat you need to be a thieve
because the food are on the thieves board,
Oh Andre the poet and ben YEHU the man,
your quill should write for us your words.