Devil Dust, a poem of our times.
By: Ron Lee Stewart
Tiny bits of devil dust
are floating in the air.
There's people on my TV screen
telling me to beware.
I'm feeling a little anxious
lately these days.
Wondering when things will once again
be like they were before.
For on September 10, Two Thousand and One,
everything was normal, everything was fine.
Then 24 hours later, because of Devil's hate
there were Three Thousand Souls that went to heavens gate.
And God looked down to see just who was to blame,
what type of man it was who would do such a thing.
It was a man whom God had blessed
with wealth, fortune, and fame.
And just then the man looked up to see that God had spotted him
and behold the man was not a man, but the apostate angel man.
He laughed at God and turned to him and said
you cast me out of heaven, but now watch me take your land.
And God said to him, with a furious roar,
let me tell you Satan, you'll bother men no more.
So in a rush God turned to Bush and said you are the man,
that must go and destroy the Devil and his land.
And so the present task at hand,
is just another reminder that the Devil is a man.
And the people that follow him
are
blinded by his guise.
But you and I know better now,
we know who is to blame.
It's not a human man at all
it's the Devil we must tame.
And so we have a job to do,
and although it may take time.
We know that God is helping us
and so we'll make it through.
And even though we'll no longer have
the same false sense of bliss.
Perhaps God has other plans
to make it even better than before.
Before that ugly day, September 11, Two Thousand and One,
When the devil man thought he, not God, would be the ruler of the land.
But the following is true, and this we can be sure,
it won't be long before this Devil man will bother us no more.