Human Gods

I am not a showman,
I know no special tricks.
I do not wish to stand,
Staged up on broken sticks.
For I am one – imagine,
Who gives life to heroes.
Who designates their evil,
Who designates their foes.
I cannot walk through wall,
Nor cannot fly up high.
That doesn’t mean I’m trapped,
Too far away from sky.
One day, that ‘sky’ will crash.
The hammer will be mine,
Lead you to think – ‘No More!’
“It belongs to you this time!”
I fear not the future,
Nor wallow in the past.
As today the race is run,
And I intend not being last…