And Who Shall Say?

© Charles E. Corry 1959, 1999


 

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I became the God of Wickedness and Greed,

And the multitudes came to me.

I became the God of Generosity,

And the multitudes shunned me.

I became the God of Evil,

And the people hastened to make sacrifices.

I became the God of Good,

And I was forced to beg for food.

I became the God of Lies and Hypocrisy,

And the people in my churches numbered millions.

I became the God of Truth,

And I walked on alone.

I became the God of Tyranny,

And uncountable were my willing slaves.

I became the God of Freedom,

And the men who followed me were deemed madmen.

I became the God of Oppression,

And the masses joyfully laid in my path that I might trod over them.

I became the God of Justice,

And shone a beacon on a deserted coast.

I became the God of Wrong,

And people deemed me righteous.

I became the God of Right,

And people deemed me sinful and lusting.

 

I walk on now; a lonely Poet

In a world that shuns and mocks me, and hears not my message.

The sons of my children's children

Shall laugh at the irony

When the world awakens from its sleep of ages

To call me a Prophet and form a religion of my teachings

To lull the world to sleep again.


 

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