The Lord and the Mask

The Lord was ill at ease
And felt very guilty,
For the world of his creation 
He hath neglected of late. 

"I shall visit it at once"
He said in remorse 
"It doesn't behove me
To be so unconcerned 
About my own creations".

So saying He descended
On the big city
He had chosen to visit,
Resplendent in his divine habit,
Expecting respect and reverence 
From them, his creations.

On landing He saw
That the streets were bare
And absent was the hustle bustle 
Of the famed city.

While the Lord was divining 
What could be the cause,
He espied a tall being
Approaching towards Him,
Attired in the dress
That professed his calling
And wielding a baton
That spoke of his trade.

The Lord looked at him
Who stopped six feet away,
His face and nose 
covered in a mask.

The one in uniform
Seemed perplexed 
To see the strange figure 
Resplendent in divine attire
As he had...