Glory

No post for a week... so here's one until a more meaty one soon.
(Another) poem I'd written a while back...

Glory

Glory to squiggly lines on a map
Or so the hallowed anthem screams
Glory to the blinded foolish sap
Or so the yodeled ballad dreams
Glory to the One whose proof is naught
Or so the abasing prayer weeps
With second-hand glory the world is fraught
From every corner a fanatic peeps

Yet no one, at their utmost effort
Manages to rhyme, for all and one
Glory to me! And if that’s curt,
Glory be dashed – I’m having fun!