The God and The Boy
Love, Luck, Loss
Up in the sky, a cruel god lives
They’d say,
The cruel god is
The reason for,
Our poverty, Our sickness!
They’d insist
But the cruel deity,
In the people’s legends of woe
Was simply a tortured soul,
He yearned for love,
Like us,
With desire so powerful,
That it burst wildfires in the towns;
The god was lonely,
Hence the strong
Tides and storms,
The god was scolded and
Scrutinized by his creations,
But he felt the same feelings we
Did,
The people just didn’t recognize it,
Until a scrawny little boy was born,
He heard the same stories,
But he knew that the god was
Just waiting for attention.
So he gave the god love,
Held his hand and kissed his lips,
And soon the fields
blossomed with wildflowers,
The sun shone till the late night,
The cursed rain was no more,
And the people lived happily again.
They thanked their brutal god,
Prayed and
Cheered
But the little boy, sickly and frail,
Got no credit for
The god’s cured temper,
His people
let him rot away in his cabin,
with a terrible ill
And after his death,
All the crops died,
The village was punished
once more
for their carelessness
But the boy was reunited with
his love, the god
cruel,
turned compassionate,
turned cruel once more
They embraced, and the
flowers bloomed
as the god and his boy
were together
They say the god was the sun,
but the boy was his light