If this stranger should ever talk to you, please be nice and kind. He won’t hurt you, he’s really quite nice you’ll find.

The Stranger

I met a strange man a very strange man indeed
This man was a joker, mind stoker, difficult to read
He was old, bald headed, with a bulbous nose
But he could talk for hours of the things he’s learned and knows

The stranger will tell anyone who will listen where the world went wrong
He will tell you religion and greed have sung us a merry song
Fascination with violence leading our children astray
Technology bending minds in so many different ways

He will tell you we have over infested this planet
Used up most resources, made it unfit to inhabit
The rich trying to escape, in their little rocket toys
Powerful countries led by little bully boys

So this strange man I met talked a lot of sense
No ifs or maybes with him, no sitting on the fence
He’s strange to nearly all mankind, but he’s certainly no quitter
Where did I meet this man? I saw him in a mirror.

All words Meadowhead Bard.