While To Be Our Own Gods We Do Pretend (Roundelay) Poem by Gert Strydom

To evil and gold we sell our livelihood
do not even honour our bonds of blood
and innocents to destruction we do send;
while to be our own gods we do pretend.

We talk of peace and then create greater gloom,
to steal resources we send others to their doom,
even if everything civilized we have to bend;
while to be our own gods we do pretend.

Hard pressed by the little lives of men,
that exploits and then goes to wars again
this earth lies shattered almost at an end;
while to be our own gods we do pretend.