Gods are not beautiful and neither are people, really

And the Gods came down

 

They fell to earth like raindrops

Quick and hard

And breaking into a million pieces when they hit the ground

 

Sparkling and beautiful and something many hate

 

Gods made of glass and porcelain

Delicate and beautiful

They cracked and broke and died

 

Never to be mended

Never like before

And never the more beautiful

 

Because these gods were never mended

Never with gold or silver or even mud

They were left broken and stained and they became ugly and spiteful

 

While the tough gods of leather and rawhide

And metal and stone

And earth and wood

 

They were strong

And they were hated

For they were not beautiful

 

The gods became people

 

And people hate themselves

 

Mirror image from one to the other

 

The gods are gone

 

And they never were

 

And now people have no-one to blame

 

No-one to revere or fear or love or hate

But themselves

 

I wonder how this will end

 

Ugly, ugly people and the new gods

 

And the gods came down

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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