The Gods Are Crazy

Poem By ADEESO ADEYEMI

Who can know what pleases the gods?
Or who can know the minds of the gods?
Sometimes they smile at you,
And another day, they mock you.
Should we say, the gods are crazy,
When you served the gods to the best,
Of your ability, faithfully,
And wishing never to offend any of them.
For they said, they were easily offended.
Can the gods speak for themselves,
Are they not mute, dumb and blind.
You speak for them, they mocked you.
You found favour with them,
You merit on it,
But they say, watch your path,
The gods are watching,
For they were known to be jealous.
Who are they watching?
Can the blind watch?
When you are there eyes.

Comments about The Gods Are Crazy

who can know the minds of the gods? they smile, and the moke, they are crazy, easily offended. mute, dumb and blind. they are jealous. these beings are not Gods. they are simple creation of men....... religion as a creation of human minds. Do not believe in such God.s as you yourself say they will cheat you........ another question? can you believe in Jesus Christ. can you read the NT in holy Bible. then you will see God is all love. love and love alone.. than k you dear poetess. for this eyeopening poem. tony
Good work, very realistic description nicely penned with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Adeeso.


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