Sand Pit

You created me in your own image
You manufactured myths about me
You invented me to serve your evil ends
In my name you enslaved the free

You conceived me so you could inflict
The worst injustice on your fellow men
You fabricated me so you could atone for
The sins you commit with your sword and pen

You concocted me so you could fight
The bloodiest wars anyone has seen
You contrived me so you could slight
Those different from you as hadean

You devised me so you could divide
Nation and people, sister and brother
You designed me so you could bestride
Each one you pitted against the other

You forged me so you could legitimize
Your brazen acts of cowardice
You framed me so you could aggrandize
Your shameless, limitless avarice

You engendered me so you could denigrate
Followers of other faiths as “infidel”
You constructed me so you could celebrate
The merciless ringing of their death knell

No matter, dear child, I will let you play
Your cruel games in your sand pit
But please remember, on judgment day
It’s going to hurt just a wee little bit