The little god

There was once a little god too small for one to see.
He festered in the minds of men both ignorant and free.
They made his rules. They made his laws to satisfy their lust
To dominate; to subjugate. In Him they said to trust.

And in the course of terror time they oversaw his might,
Enslaving minds; demeaning wives; deciding what is right.
And as the power sought so hard became their guiding light,
The Cruelty of their little God grew in Strength and Might.

But time progressed. The light did dawn with ease how they deceive,
And science was born, an ethic rose to win back minds of ease.
And now that time has come along to rectify this Curse,
They scream abuse, demand respect while filling up their purse.

And still they cry “We’re being suppressed from practising our right
To hurl abuse, dictate your life, control you with our might."
So now they want that little god to take back old control
To once again enslave our world, pervert our very soul.

A little god. A mere idea can grow in power immense
When festered in the minds of men to use as their defence
For crimes against the populace whose minds they would control.
That little god should not again be given any role.

James Noel. Sep 2017
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The non capitalising of “god” is intentional to symbolise his smallness. Varied capitalising of certain words like “Him”, “God”, “Cruelty” and “Curse” symbolise the rise in power which then falls away again to lower case.

By “men” I literally mean male humans. I doubt that women had much to do with the creation of a monstrosity that is used to subjugate them.