Poems fantastical!!

 A wise mind is the property of his good friend

 From the prophets on awkward sands To the last man plucking heaven with his blackened hands Teaching the proletariat from radio waves to dream of what you can To never let the spirit wane  A stoic in its city or at least a man Turn the channel to classic fm Teach the child to love today and tomorrow to plan Never to be tainted by the chuckling clown To defeat the thieves of the heart of this town A man teaching man about man Working in the fields hard labour at hand  The socialist and communist propogating ideas for a million pounds Hours spent reminding man of his fellow lost man  A million dollars painted in a fake and plastic can  Now said time is rolling keep up u have fallen far behind