Still I Marvel

still I marvel
at the chorus line
all those diverse choirs
different cultures
languages peoples
singing the same old songs

these great men
great women
so proud
so quick
to sing own praises
expressions
of admiration
in self worship

look here look there
at amazing monuments
I made I created I I I
I the great autocrat
ruler with absolute
authority incarnate

no place within my rule
to share glory with God
give thanks to eternal God

watch autocrats
crow then crawl
raised high cast low

singing the same old songs
behold my great works my marvels
all this I the great bla bla achieved

the great bla bla basked
in all the glory when all went well
suddenly when events conspire
to rock topple idolatry throne
all problems were fault of scapegoat
fault of religion fault of God

why blame God
when never his commandments
were followed?

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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