The Makers

Why must you make me your slave?
You are not God, and even if you were,
I am not a Holy man.
Am I to assume that these fish are holy men?
That the sharks that govern them are men of holy word?
If 'Holy' speaks with a tongue it twists in absurdity.

And why are Gods so great?
What child forgets being a child when in Church-strays
and sports in a pond or a river, or a woodland.
Isn't it all fun and games
being both the shameless and the shamed?