The Gods of Gods of Gods

There are gods and gods galore For men are forever making more To fit the slant of the bank they're on Then yet another when that one is gone. Claiming a bridge to God, yet all the while They go their way, ignore the trial That they've been told awaits their sort With sentence passed in God's own court. For while they hate their brother, Murder, steal, do unto one another In violation of the birds and the bees God knows, and God sees. They prattle on in merry-making While God's own love they're forsaking Ignoring the signs, the prayers and the shout That tell them plainly, the bridge is out. by E. Marshall Evans