The Forgotten Gods
The Gods who once had the world in their hands now struggle
No one believes anymore
No one cares anymore
Instead of prayers to them,
They are being told they are fake, and unreal
What once was cared for is now destroyed
Posiedon chokes on oil and is weighed down with chains of trash
Hera cries at night at the thought of the broken families that break themselves
Aphrodite resides in constant anger at the men and women who kill themselves
All because they felt they were not beautiful
Where are the Gods now?
They are around, walking in hopes that the people who once worshipped them
Will notice that they were there all along
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