If Men Were God Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

If men were God, what would our fate be?
Would our grain sprout to see the sunrise,
And hear the melody of birds in glee?
Or would we crawl in a world of lies?

Could we have hope in a world so cruel?
Where foes and friends are alike,
Would our fruit be allowed to ripen and rule,
Or would we wither under their strike?

We are the seeds of miracles,
Yet wonder how we still survive,
Counting our blessings, numbering our stars,
Amazed at how we continue to thrive.

But what would have become of us?
If men were God, in control,
Where would our souls have dwelled?
In a world so dark and full of toll?

What eyes would have seen?
The turbulent sound of enemy storms,
We would have been swept away like a breeze,
With no nest for our souls to call home.

If men were God, our fate would be sealed,
In the hands of those with power and might,
But it's a blessing that we are not,
For we can still choose to shine our own light.

So let us be grateful for what we have,
For our souls are free to roam,
And though the road may be rough and tough,
Our spirit will always find a way home.