They're Not Our Gods Poem by Mark Heathcote

True Gods don't have democratic processes
They don't allow for such human complexes:

A God would ask that you lay prostrate & pray
They'd only ask; that you, love them & obey.

We'll give you a party & full membership
So come vote for our man, our leadership.

We shall promise jointly to take more & more
We'll keep; a glass ceiling, over the poor.

Take care of our sponsors; their riches offshore
Whoever takes over—leads a well-oiled corps.

They've learnt the lessons of ‘Bad King John' & Robin…
Only it's us held hostage & downtrodden.

Not Richard 'The Lion', King of Scots, not him
It's us in our very own bed chambers dim—

Who can't scratch a living to save our, own skin?
They're not our Gods but they sure all act akin.