ODOP: servant song

i toil for a master
a hard man, a right bastard

and am I ever proud
at his right hand among worldlings

and groundlings all gaping
as he tilts their world

golden & still as King Tut
a prince among the dead

and it’s in awe I am
to share air with such shining frailty

i feign to believe his words and not
tremble at his misery

it’s why I stay, seeing
not his but God’s genius

marveling at the beauty of things to be burnt
at the greatness that one day must perish

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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