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
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