Cranial content: to the gods we have made

Szia :) Hi guys, beautiful weekend right? So yesterday I dropped a hint about doing a weekend post. Here's poetry once again. I hope you enjoy it...and the rest of the weekend :)

TO THE GODS WE HAVE MADE

To the gods they made

I write as them

I am not them

To the gods we have made

the ones we put in our shrines

sacrificing our little ones

who wipes out lives

 

the ones we can change like diapers

when we see a stronger one...

yet still one as powerless in display, sometimes

just like the gods we have made

You see I became aware of myself at a tender age

I cannot recall the day I was birthed

but yet these gods I recall

the day I carved them

without fair skin, yes...this is without blue eyes

I can totally relate with it

away with the white man's words

its all for imprisonment!

this is the god we have made

then the preacher says my god is dead

yet I offer sacrifices 

although rotting sometimes, 

I know he gets the message

to the gods we have made

helpless things, wood, iron, stone.

things that cannot see, hear or speak

deaf and stupid being

no...the wood isn't stupid, its just being wood

that's what wood does...that's its job description

yet I lay prostrate, fear the being

principalities and powers entering it

lesser being...not the real being

yet, they are the gods we have made

so I'm thinking

I do not know how exactly I came to this earth

yes, by birth...but you get my drift

but pray tell me

these gods I have believed in...yes, the ones we have made

perhaps I have to go help them prepare a 'heaven' just like the white man calls it

because since with my hands I have made them, 

then certainly, I have to sort myself out in the life after

that...I do not know how...

perhaps...the gods we have made are not real...

yes, impure ways of these things

because if I had to make them, perhaps I have to keep helping them

to the gods we have made

I wonder why iya Kukuru has a different one

if its the same heart structure

same womb our mothers came from

I wonder why he is so diverse

iya kukuru's wood has not moved on her behalf

let alone baba Agbe's stone.

to the gods we have made

we made them, they were not here at our existence

people obviously do not carry their 'belongings' in death

so are they only for here?

perhaps in death we face the real God

let me not be too late in finding Him...

but the gods we have made do bow down

breaking arms like dagon

I laugh,

the real God is obviously not these ones

if I could explain Him then He will seize to be God

sometimes I can't understand Jesus

I doubt He had blue eyes though

forget what the white man says

even if they never came to Africa

I can bet my life on it that Jesus' good news will have come to me

someway, somehow...these gods we have made would have been put in their place

yes, because there is only one God...there has to be

lets not go medical, but by one route men come...still one route they return.

So let me know Him...not the gods we have made.

(Szia: hi. Hungarian)