This is the kingdom you completely control
The power over life and death, who is saved and who is not
You know every move of the residents of this little kingdom
Maybe you'll eat a few residents
Maybe you'll just step on them crushing them and their families and where they live
Maybe you'll just terrorize them with knowledge of your existence
And they worship you like they worship nature
They eat, they fornicate, they busy themselves with little tasks of survival
They are both oblivious to and constantly aware of your presence
They made up a fantasy version of you
Complete with superhuman powers and a flesh and blood representation
So they can minimize you for easy relating
They fill their folklore version of you with love for the little creatures
And they thank you for air and water and sex
And they ignore the mechanics of the natural world
And they ask for better lives and free goodies
And not be eaten or burned up by a magnifying glass
From a god no more or less mortal than them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem