Tiny man of today
Thinks him self to be a king
Knowing nothing, drunken to his full
He poses, he knows every thing.
O, for foolishness of man
Self-conceited and proud
A little lamp challenges the Sun.
The poet of the day.
Foresees the shadows of coming doom
He cries, he moans
And warns, of the storm
Ponder, ponder, O, man!
Over the truth of Prophet’s words
Listen with your Ears
And see with your own Eyes
Lest it should be too late!