The devil's oarsman

Upon the podium the fool does speak
and cheering crowds to him they greet

His eyes shine with a twinkle
and his words are more than sweet

The cheering crowd roars his name
and they all clap to the beat

The fool does know within his soul,
that he just lied and does deceit

Outside, the old man sleeps upon the pavement,
the hungry lad cries in the street

The poor old woman, clothes in tatters
picks the bins for scraps to eat

The devil grins aloft the helm and adds an oarsman to his fleet

For when the skies are rent asunder, God's gaze the fool shall then not cheat

That day the fool shall thus surrender, that the fool shall feel the heat

For he that soweth a righteous seed, of it's sweet fruit he now shall eat

And he that soweth of lies and malice, a vengeful fire shall be his treat