All of us are our own gods.
Existing here despite the odds.
We grow & learn, we win & lose.
We love & hate; then change our views.
Pride’s a cross that just won’t lighten.
Each god born of hungry Titan.
Religion’s myths still haunt our lives.
Aureate clouds or bones & knives.
If all of us are our own gods
…then so are cads and so are bawds.
