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Listen Son

Listen son, listen well
you must not miss
sounds drowned by
the turbulence of life

You must not miss the vital germ of truth
amid the beating of each tribal drum
but add to it your own validity
that is your heritage my son

Avoid the weeds of bitterness
nor let your soul be flung into impotence
by careless conformity
that rules unthinking men

Listen son, listen well
truth and falsehood often sound the same
if you attune your ears to reason
your vision of it will be clear

Recognise truth my son
and no harm will come
as you forge your own path
through a deaf and dark world