You are my Creator, nevertheless I created You as I thought
I used Your resources to create You of multi-colors, tall and squat
I called god to sun and stars all set as earth circle its path
I made gods of clay, wood, copper, silver, gold, and well-wrought
My gods are the old model as forefather’s business was sold and bought
They do not talk yet creates fear of harm and distraught
They are visible in shape but invisible in minds of fraught
My gods were before Egyptian, Roman, and Mohenjo-Daro infamous cast
My perception did not have modern technology when science was not taught
I did not foresee the change after Adam will come so fast
I should have made gods for worshipers which could be a useful robot
My new god build with artificial intelligence to face the challenges of a new plot
My business patron should pardon me for creating dumb and deaf gods
To stay in business, I should have generated robotic gods
My modern gods could have qualified as they can respond to worshiper call
I feel sorry for created gods it is too late for them to talk and walk
I lose my business, reputation, trust, and buyers will boycott
