We Debate It For You Poem by Ruth Gordon

Register your belief with us
We are sure to make a fuss
We don’t care what you want to believe
We will tell you what to perceive

Praise the things around you
Or we’ll debate when Death’s due
Thank the plant, gods and animal
But don’t forget the magic, no matter how small

Either for the hope breaker
Or that little faker
We promise you will die
So hush don’t cry

When you are dead
You will keep on seeing
Loved ones crying in dread
In case they offended the being

One divine being or two
No, we’re sure there are a few
We can’t make up our mind
Good thing, we are still confined

We aren’t deciding your fate
Because you’re our mate
But can’t you see it yet?
Or should I claim another regret?

This is nothing new
But who are you?