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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Mans spiritual gain

Mans spiritual gain

by

M A Heathcote

Iím a shaman Iím a wise man
Speaking in a native tongue
Speaking in a mystical langue
Only an herbal tribesman
Would know?

Speaking to you
In your native vegetative state
To your fluent bilingual inner ear
You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

Lion I see like a shaman like a guru
Standing on this your crumbling shore
Lion I stand before your door
Lion I sit seated on a web of ionising cloud
Above your marble dusty palace floor
Lion I like an anti-cancer drug
Lion I am your saviour
Lion I am your ishkador thug
And spiritually child
Lion I arenít your whore
Lion I am a whole lot more
Godly than the lambs I and I abhor!

You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

Like a shaman who knows no-one listens
God be like a leopard sitting in his tree top
Who never changes his spots?
God be a righteousness peace keeper of justice
Who guards the Rastafarian dreadlock blood clot?
Who guards the thiefís?
And vandals and the motherless tots
God is an earth shaker hell raiser
Lion I shaman herbal tribesman
Rebel rousing adolescent fornicator
You know? He knows?
The herbal remedy that grows
That flowers to fruition in every soiled mans clothes

You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

For I and I
A shaman has pasted time together
In them bus lane shelters of faith
For I and I know
Thereís no rush to be early or late
We all have to fight the eye of a hurricane
To see through our every insanity and shame
So donít fight the good lord JAH
To hear the empty wind call your name
JAH knows your shame isnít in vain
Hear jahtruth and shout it from the rock
To the barrenness plain
Jah knows youíre not insufferable or insane!
Jah knows itís the good fight of a slave to his slavery
To resurrect his immortal name!

You hear the seas idol roaring in fear
Lion I, I feel no pain
Feel no fear
But mans spiritual gain_

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