WORSHIP AN IDOL

I am that I am
And all that I will ever be
The servant murdered into birth in seconds
Feeder of the body in locomotive spheres
Contributor to every living’s well being
I have my gentle side
My exploring side
And my fearful side
No farmer farms into famine
So I whirl in play and mature into taking when I need
Some of your forefathers’ forefathers’ knees
Tasted my feet in glory
Some laid their bodies as vessels of worship
For my pleasure in thanksgiving
My duties have changed in multiplicity
Why have yours?
Worship me!
Worship an idol
A member of the working four
Your servant and lord Air

II
I am that I am
And all that I will ever be
I serve in the worst places
Yet pass through tubes to cool all
I have tasted the eyeballs of the sky
Through continuous travels back and forth
I have many sources and many children flowing in and out my jurisdiction
I host most with delicacies mouths quiver for in need
My gathered stomach is combed
My pate so roamed
My beings are mostly poisoned in hunt for my citizens
The irony is that, any harm caused me multiplies in harm to your species
There were years my duties were not as voluminous as today
But I was treated as the god I am
Many giving their own names, altars and days
To pray for my potability and safe travels
I do more
Even shipping your unneeded debris from your homes to your backyards
Why then can’t you worship me?
You must have tasted my power in taking when my anger descends
Tasted my anger when my ways are blocked
What more do you need to see to worship?
Worship me
An idol
One who regulates your temperature and keeps you strong
Worship me, one of the working four you cannot do without
A help and a god by right
Water

III
I am that I am
And all that I will ever be
I rise like a knight with all armours to conquer darkness
To help you see and work all through
Contributing to growth to help you feed
My absence will cost you so much
Through my muse, fire was born
And now your prized electricity which powers all your addictions
The sky is my living place
Every great master surely exhibits great traits in servitude
And you all know I serve right
You sure fear my wrath as elephants fear fire
Even the worshiped waters fear my high presence
For I am one to dry to benefit, and or harm
Don’t you fear me?
Some of your ancestry worshiped and built me temples
Now you shrink in thoughts of my godship
And pray against my spiritual existence?
Worship what regulates your life!
Worship an idol!
Worship me!
The Mighty Sun!

IV
I am that I am
And all that I will ever be
I am the carrier of all that you need and you
The most abused servant
Contaminated, dug into, blasted
And still expected to produce to feed you all
Without me you have no where to go
Your foremothers’ foremothers built me holy grounds of worship
But you curse even at my few followers?
Be grateful and worship an idol
Considering all you take
Remember I am your resting place
You will be me in time after your pompous state
Worship
Worship one of the working four
Instead of your fellow mortal tricksters
We deserve it all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) January 15, 2017

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