Food of Gods

The Milky Way is millions of pastures
Earth is one of many being tended
We’re but cattle living for our masters
Our purpose we haven’t comprehended

Bred and manipulated our species
From the beginning our own DNA
Altered to create an alien series
For food and labor, then taken away

They created our religious belief
They’re our Gods and Demons, our nightly spook
A type of monkey we were, with no grief
Now, when you state this faith, you’re labeled kook

They enabled us to create our fate
But we’re the food of Gods, make no mistake

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The In to the Weird Series