A God In an Alcove

                                  Go and look for the dejected

Once proud idol remembered in stone aloud

Then on coins his face was mirrored

Take a look, it soon hath slithered



To a fractured marble slab

Renunciation clad

His nourishment extract from his subjects

That mass production profile



He's a God in an alcove



Once he spread the rain

So they dreamt in vain

Once he spread the wheat

Had made some garlands for his feet

Until the lily poet of our times



Horizoned on the line

Love became the in theme then

Opposing fakers thrice by ten

Don't perceive his empty plea

That redundant effigy



He's a God in an alcove



Take in view his empty stool

What's left is satin cool

Clawing adornment for his crimes

They saw they had to draw the line



So they sent him far away

So they sent him far away

To a little alcove

To a little alcove all alone



He's a God, a God



Now I am silly

Now I am silly

So silly, silly

Silly, silly, silly, silly

Silly, silly