“Gods by The Hundreds (The Sonnet)

Some people fear christ,
Some claim to hear christ.
I work restless day and night,
To raise the living christs.
Some people fear god,
Some claim to be prophets.
I work without sleep and rest,
To raise gods by the hundreds.
One week of my life produces enough electricity,
To power a 100 years of humanitarian endeavor.
One life laid down to lift up the society,
Triggers a wildfire of sacrificial fervor.
I am but an instrument in the making of legends.
I am but a matchstick to light up the sapiens.”