Be the masterful orator of I

Be the masterful orator of I,

That foretasting youth should euphoric beam;

Truth, Truth the savior possession of my.

 

Though foreign pervade with “noble” act high,

Leading to believe of all that would seem

Be the masterful orator of I.

 

By pen, by mouth erect with voices cry,

Foretasting no regret with vigor scream,

Truth, truth the savior possession of my.

 

Reckon a decree against those who lie,

But knowing the league of noble hearts teem,

Be the masterful orator of I.

 

I who denounce was once a spark blown dry,

By the same hand who has let out this steam,

Truth, truth the savior possession of my.

 

And you in your wake when time has run by,

Told in death your plans your possible dream,

Be the masterful orator of I.

Truth, truth the savior possession of my.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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