The stage was set
By the podium they packed
Waiting for the speech
That I would speak
...
I have seen doors of steel
Doors you dare not knock
Doors that hurt the knocking knuckle
...
Before you fell trees
Take stock of their branch and stalk
Count the nests thereupon
Whether eyrie or of dove.
...
The Stage Was Set
The stage was set
By the podium they packed
Waiting for the speech
That I would speak
Yet I had lost my notes
Then I was bolting to run
For I was incompetent and incoherent
Mistaken for beggars or thieves
Yet addressing doctors and chiefs
The stage was set
And the audience became hysterical
Over my slip of tongue
Then in gales of laughter
Later I gained momentum
As the hilarity subsided
For I was multilingual
I could speak with the gun
I knew poverty too
And I could speak silence loudly.