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The Creator's Dilemma

You stand up there, neck bent so condescending
The idols, the pictures, all the hymns and bhajans, I pity you
Think you the master, me the puppet, rattle your fingers you make me dance?
Oh almighty, in all thy grace and redemption, you forget
You are my creation

I look at you, not condescending, but disappointed, broken,
The rustling nature's golden bosom, where you steal life daily
The elements, the senses, I'm all and all is mine
The edge of the blade that cuts through emotion, a mother's prayer and a child's hope, Redeem you I shall for
You are my creation 

Created you me, distracted, naive and careless
Brother stab brother, bleed the river dry, colored men not breed nor flourish stand shoulder to shoulder
Lies, greed, misery, man but a glitch here, fighting to live together, winner stands alone he lacks wisdom
What were you thinking? The cold seed of destruction, boiling, stirring your
cauldron - dearth and gold, polished sedans and scarred naked - mix well It does not
Flawed, Man is your creation.

All holiness possessed, mystical aura, the swords edged - religion and justice , handed to me by you, wielded but by you
I am but clay, molded, identity mere illusion, followers tricked and in delusion Colours you claim I harness, man identified man, green the momdens, orange mysterious snake charmers, dividing me your pleasure
Shrines, churches, Pompeii taught a lesson -  one day all will fall, your excuse to slaughter, rape and murder, hands are yours but face always mine
Flawed, I am but your creation.

Blame each other, shoot flaming darts
Spark ignite, maker meets maker, consequences dire
Look God, look brother, our world is on fire

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