Godless Poem by David Lewis Paget

Godless

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He was often at the market
Signing books that no-one read,
If they had, and known the target
Then they'd not be lying dead.
For the mystic glyph inscriptions
Pointed men towards their fate,
He would say, ‘You'd better read them
Or perhaps you'll be too late.'

But he seemed so insignificant
They wouldn't heed his words,
Threw his books in their collections
So they wouldn't be disturbed.
For the few who really read them
Dived right in and turned the page,
Suffered instant palpitations that
Expressed themselves in rage.

Though they didn't realise, he was
A god from outer space,
Who had come down with his minions
To save the human race,
But the human brain had limits that
Could not absorb much more,
Than the irritants that stimulate
And lead them off to war.

It came to pass that leaders heard,
Surrounded him with trucks,
And trying to suppress the word
They seized, and burned his books.
They didn't want the people having
Knowledge, at the least,
That could interfere with politics
And might burst out in peace.

The dollar ruled that ammunition,
Bombs that could be lobbed,
And hand grenades, and tank displays
They all came down to jobs.
And so they closed the market down
To end the sale of books,
That warned about conscription, and
Aspiring army cooks.

And so the god from outer space
Climbed back in his machine,
He'd tried to help the human race,
The human race was mean.
He took on board his minions
And said, ‘It's getting late, '
Engaged the afterburners and
Then left us to our fate.

2 October 2017

Monday, October 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ravinder Soni 02 October 2017

Wonderful statement and description of the present scenario. Loved reading this piece.

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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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