Your Not A God Poem by maria goodison

It does not matter how it was said, you lied to them
and bent the truth.
Does not matter how it started as long as
they follow you to the brink.
Does not matter if it was with good intent as long as it
keep there foolish believe and the coin of gold around
your feet.
As long as they are there to bow and not ask quashing
of how you came about as long as you seem the perfect idol
and not a fool.
It does not matter if they are poor just as long as we follow
you and beg, pay homage to your side.
You do not care if it's wrong or right just as long as the flowers
get laid.
It does not matter how it's teach as long as you said it must
be true.
So tell me this my lord, master, keeper!
How long till you forget you were a man of human
birth and blood.
Your not a gold not at all but still you let them think you are
still you let them build idols and still you let them bleed and
die.
I still know the secret that your follower don't i knew you before
you became a god.