God in an Alcove

Go and look for the dejected once proud

Idol remembered in stone aloud

Then on coins his face was mirrored

Take a look it soon hath slithered

To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad

His nourishment extract from his subjects

That mass production profile

Hes a god- in- in an alcove

Once he spread the rain

So they dreamt in vain

Once he spread the wheat

Had made garlands for his feet

Until the lily poet of our times

Horizoned on the line

Love became the in theme then

Opposing fakers thrice by ten

Dont perceive his empty plea

That redundant effigy

Hes a god- in- in an alcove

Take in view his empty stool

Whats left is satin cool

Clawing adornment for his crimes

They saw they had to draw the line

So they sent him far away

So they sent him far away

To a little alcove

To a little alcove

All alone

Hes a god, a god

Now I am silly

Now I am silly

Silly, silly, silly, silly

Silly