Gods! Save them

They meet, smile and shake hands
In the distance below
They see rubbish fight rubble
Did we write any of what they say?
Nope, happy they were when we gave life.
I fear and shake when they pray,
Each time they take my name, I die
Yes, some coloured me, blood.
One gave me arms to fight
When I have no enemy!
They do call us Gods,
After we gave ‘em thoughts.
Fools they don't see? We have no face
No beard, no robe or nothing fancy -