Manufactured Gods
THEY put up big wooden gods.
Then they burned the big wooden gods
And put up brass gods and
Changing their minds suddenly
Knocked down the brass gods and put up
A doughface god with gold earrings.
The poor mutts, the pathetic slant heads,
They didn’t know a little tin god
Is as good as anything in the line of gods
Nor how a little tin god answers prayer
And makes rain and brings luck
The same as a big wooden god or a brass
God or a doughface god with golden
Earrings.
Poem by
Carl Sandburg
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by Carl Sandburg
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Manufactured Gods
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Manufactured Gods here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.