The Infidel became God

 

 

 

 

Confusion reigns the lives of men these days,

So powerful it is, we make the simplest mistakes,

That's how the infidel became god, was unintentional.

Where there is common sense, there's no fixed virtue,

Its all a matter of choices and the decisions made,

I think God went to Acapulco, he needed the break.

I wonder if that's the new city mother's in.

Reviews

[Marie]

Good. Cleverly twisted. Last line should read: "I wonder if that's the new city Mother's in?"

[emmajoy]

Hmmm, you really like to set riddles in place of questions, don't you! Fine flow in this poem though metre's a little erratic, however the thought process is clear, more or less, depends on the choices and decisions one makes when one re-reads and sits back. Hope you find your mother. :)