Do Not Think… Poem by Hannington Mumo

Do not think I am a beastly bloke unkind,
For when you too age to thirty and more
You'll too morph into sense to finally find
That Love and Evil do keep a seething law.

As I relished the lulling lilt of your infantile speech,
Evil secretly schemed against these growing glees
And took the veil of mother and father each against each;
And it ruled…and thus prevailed over Love's earnest pleas.

And do not think daddy's such a mean man merciless,
For when you boyish rounds are done and Love hits at last;
You'll too find a ‘charming' gal - and as naively hazard a guess
That all will turn out fine though Evil's grueling galls gather fast.

It is then that you'll understand that Spite and Light
Sometimes do stand eye against eye and finally fight;
And for want of passable Virtue in the watching crowd
The far fairer may lonely lose such duels to the proud.

It is then that you'll come to acknowledge the full fact
That your fond old-man wouldn't fail to love his little guy;
And that the very lone lad who's by dark doubtings blacked
Is his secret dad's shining star in Night's scariest sky!

Yet vile Evil has her roguishly vexing fiendish frays
Often forward propelled by many a voluntary hand,
But friendless Love only copes and hopes and prays;
For Grace alone saves him from the cruelest in the land.

I am not at your sullen snoring side yet we must cope
With Eden's wanton wiles on their most twisted tine;
We're not mates on schooling days yet we must hope
That Dawn's invincible Light shall soon saintly shine.

And both broken must never forget to passionately pray…
For no eye has ever seen nor ear yet heard anywhere nigh
The just joys of the hoping coping...their Rescuer's saving say:
That all Evil must halt someday, and Death must eternally die!