small god

All those voices …
Begging … praying … crying.
What do they expect of me,
I can't even think within this cacophonous miasma
How can they all have misunderstood?
What do they expect of me?
I'm only one god.

I can feel the pain …
And yes the anger and frustration too.
What do they know of what it is to be me!
My so-called representatives dysfunctional in their isolation,
seeing neither me nor those of the majority.
Humanity is falling apart!
How can it be my fault?

I can hear a Mother …
She begs for the life of her son.
I can hear a lover calling out,
Asking for the miracle of an ex-lovers love.
A thousand people praying for rain in a starving land
and yet they ask for themselves in truth,
Where is the selflessness?

I can see no choices …
Cut and dried absolutes anathema
To prevaricate is easiest and yet useless.
But with a million questions where is the absolute answer.
They call to me in their droves from earth hive.
Yet the colony flourishes in individuals
Where is collective spirit?