I, Satan

When God made 'Man',
admiring his beautiful creation,
he ordered us all
to bow down to the earthling.
The Angels obeyed dutifully,
I declined with pride.
After all, I rose out of the fire,
the Man mould of just mud & clay.

I am since known as Satan!

I am since blamed for all of Man's sins!

Is it fair to hold me responsible
for all of man's immoralities,
his lust for power, money & fame,
his lack of willpower, his idiocy?
"Oh, the devil must have gotten into you"
"The evil has surely overpowered your soul"
Is it fair to use my name such, 
even when I have not tempted or deceived?

What God couldn't forsee,
was how instilled with pride
when the Angels were made 
to bow before him, Man lost his path!
Man, so full of himself, tended 
only to his needs, trampled
not only on his fellow mankind,
but on nature too!

And the day is not far when 
God will too be forgotten entirely, 
and who else, but I'll be blamed for it!


Written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Foresight/ Prescience

Hugely inspired by Orhan Pamuk's current novel that I'm reading, My Name is Red.