Rhyme without a reason

You know, sometimes, when you are truly upset and totally clueless, the words that come out your mouth start to rhyme miraculously.

Evidence herewith.

He watches us monkeys in a cage

Questions our actions and our rage

Some kill to conquer but he conquers to kill

Explains why he hasn't met his end still

His legs are chained and hands are tied

Children see him but haven't yet cried

"Mercy!" is an inaudible whisper to him

Explodes in laughter when he sees us grim

Demands faith in return for fear

Cognizant of our weakness for the loved and dear

He is the One, we all say

If all this is true, why do we pray?