Slave To Another God

A slave to another God
Is something I would rather not be.
For I already am,
To so many others.


Why Gods make us slaves
Is something I cannot say;
Perhaps it is an answer,
That awaits another day.


Why strangers deign to invent
New Gods, escapes me.
Why create something that
Berates you?


My main God is words,
As John foretold me;
Time is another,
That controls me.


Slave am I to time,
I cannot deny.
If only she would say
How I should lie, the day I die.


But words,
I love,
And if I am a slave,
I am a dove.