Mick Jagger Said It Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A leader spoke, with angry sound,
Said Mick's a sin, on holy ground.
'Too woke, ' he claimed, 'a bad example, '
He tried to make the singer tremble.

But Mick stood tall, on stage so bright,
And met the words with all his might.
'You say I've wronged a sacred name? '
He asked the crowd, fanning the flame.

'What truly hurts, ' Mick then declared,
'Is sick folks left, with no one cared.
While rich men hoard, and taxes fall,
That's what insults, one and all.'

He spoke of those, sent far away,
Of babies crying, day by day.
Of bombs that fall, on sleeping towns,
Of wars that stretch, with weary frowns.

He mentioned secrets, dark and deep,
While justice seemed to fall asleep.
'I'm not a saint, ' he said with grace,
'Just one good man, in this vast space.'

'The one true saint, ' he then defined,
'Was nailed to wood, for all mankind.
He taught us love, to hold so dear,
To treat our neighbors, banish fear.'

'Can heaven fight? Can heaven hate?
Can heaven mourn, or seal a fate
Of empty plates? Then why on Earth,
Do we allow this awful dearth? '

No angry shout, no mean retort,
Just truth and care, of a higher sort.
The leader tried, to cast a shade,
But Mick's strong words, a new light made.