What Are You Poem by Minerva Agriam

What are you made of
Clay or heavenly dot?
Why must everyone obeyed
Your wisdom
Though simple, exotic,
Free and unreal?

What are you made of
Clay or heavenly dot?
Why did you know all
The hidden secrets
And the world's love for things
You deprived?

What are you made of
Clay or heavenly dot?
Why did you sent all
Men's siltness
To crumble with fear
At the side of self?

What are you made of
Clay or heavenly dot?
You're nothing but just
A simple being,
But why do you hold all
Men's hearts at your hands?



(5/09/03. 4: 45 p.m)