Worshipped them for centuries
Now they have given us rain
And reasons to kill each other
One thing they all are good at.
T'was so in the beginning;
Handiwork of perfection,
Created imperfection
A reason to exclaim yet,
Imperfection owns the fault.
Let the gods give thanks giving
That they do not give thanks giving
For they would heap the heavens
Sow seeds that would never grow
And eat stony rice from earth.

~TheAgba