Ye Are Gods Poem by Vincent Igwilo

Hail, co-creators
Masters of the earth
Wielding the septor of majesty
Commanding even the angels-fallen

Lo! They stand, except-
Their frail, mortal body
Whose desires is counterfeit
Limiting those who can't see past these veil

Complex, powerful and infallible
But yet a vacuum
At their best and peak
Only when filled with an external light

The great war of the gods
The battle line is drawn
Choose your masters
Choose your sides

Co-ordinate your body
Complete the puzzle
Channel your chi, energy
Let it flow through your trilogy

Ye are gods
Settle not for the less
Uncover your purpose
And let the light be your guide