If I Was God

 God forbid the thought of blasphemy!

The madness of greed and wealth!

God forgive the homeless and the forgotten!

The downtrodden and the innocent children!

If I Was God

 

If I was God, what would I see each time I looked down on you?

The roads you walked, the way you talked, your twisted worldly view.

As you feed your addictions with the rising of the sun,

Working your fingers to the bone till the moneylenders come.

 

With my all-seeing eye cast far and wide, watching every move,

To all my rules you must abide, my laws you shall approve.

How you act and speak toward each other, through the clitter-clatter,

Men of mixed race and different creeds, with all their unusual chatter.

 

The strange smells of exotic foods, the smoke, the fumes, the mess,

The repugnant beggars on the corners, the vagrant homeless.

Perhaps I should build a tower, a mighty tower in the clouds,

A tower to Trump them all, adorned with jewels and gold so proud.

 

And all my precious things within, my entitlements for me,

Vaults overflowing with the wealth and gifts that I decree.

As kings and queens and presidents bow down in my respect,

And heap before my throne the treasures that I should expect.

 

And there upon my marble steps the faithful all would crawl,

Kissing rings upon my hand while praising me through all.

Their banners raised, their voices joined in hymns of fear and awe,

Declaring every word I spoke perfection without flaw.

 

Great choirs dressed in robes of white would sing my sacred name,

While starving children far below were left out in the rain.

Perfumed halls and banquet tables heavy underneath their weight,

While blistered hands in freezing streets still begged outside my gate.

 

Statues cast in gold and bronze would tower to the skies,

Reflecting back my glorious face through vast cathedral eyes.

And mirrors lined in silver frames would show me clothed in light,

A living monument to power enthroned in endless height.

 

A place above the gutters where you tread amongst the others,

Far removed from filthy streets and all your human brothers.

So tall that I could cast my eye on every soul below,

Yet none could see me watching them from heights they’ll never know.

 

With my scornful eye observing everything you do,

As I catch the lightning bolts and hurl them down on you.

While you cringe beneath the thunder at the roaring of my voice,

And feel the wrath of narcissism should you dare rejoice.

 

The oceans would fall silent when commanded by my hand,

The mountains bow before me, the meek obey demand.

And all who dared to question me would tremble at my feet,

Condemned beneath my holy rage, abandoned in defeat.

 

Beware the day that soon may come when I call out your name,

And judge your every weakness while pretending I’m unchanged.

For if I was God and ruled the heavens from above,

Would I command you all through fear — or understand through love?

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2026)