Where is the God that failed? Is he there with you because of your riches or here with me because of my humility?
Are the meek destined to inherit the earth, and what does it matter if every day on earth is a living hell worse than the last day.
The ancestors told us to walk lightly in the spring, for Mother Earth is pregnant, but instead we stomp all over her fertile grounds and pollute her sacred rivers as if we are all that matters and not the world in which we live.
Where is Allah, Yahweh, Christ and the others when their children are slaughtering one another?
When this whole thing began your followers were blindfolded, with too much heaven on their mind. Now they have lost their eyes for the sake of material wealth.
Where are the gods that promised so much to us but now whose priesthoods control and extort the vulnerable?
Was it God who failed, or the human race in all its putrid waste?
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The Ovidian Collection
PoetrySome poems of mine, ranging in themes, style and talent. Cover is a Roman mosaic of Orpheus, who descended into Hades to rescue his love, Eurydice. title is a reference to the famed Roman Author of metamorphoses.
