' Under Saturn Poem by Efe Benjamin

Do not curse this day
I have become bearded
Still not yet a sage
As some would say
He sits on the grime
of the age
and repose
all endearment
to enlightenment.
I have also come to a stage
Where I would resign to fate
And kill all doubt on divine.
A God of the age
Jews call Him Jehovah
And Islamists would say Allah,
May His name be praised.
To achieve these feats
Which religion preach
Not all could defeat doubt
That has eaten up my heart.
Still in search for truth,
How a world as this
came through.
Scholars call it philosophy
Agnostics would not say of it
And atheists need get more education
As they recline on the divinity
of a higher God.
Under Saturn came an age
Devoid of strife and pain
Greek later gods ruled in rage
With all human attributes
Of weaknesses.
They were placed on Olympuses,
And Zeus sat up there as a god
With every human faults,
Who could judge his wrongs
As he lived to satisfy his own
sexual lust.
Over my decades of sojourn
in this age,
I have discovered philosophy
Holds a remedy to the malady
of the age
That man have come to loathe
and hate.
In search for truth
Man could sit and think thru'
That the true God is but a
polysemic name,
An embodiment of a higher love
That has so eluded this age
And the inhabitants of
His world.