Our Banks Are Churches Poem by thomas mofford
Our Banks Are Churches
Let all the earth keep silence before them.
Meditate as you wait
For manna from Heaven.
Pray-day
Commune with the cents
Confirm your cash.
All sorts and conditions of men
Wait for a rebate.
Interest in Heaven
The Holy Temple is well-attended.
Store up not Treasures
On Earth.
Put them into your local Bank.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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4/17/2024 7:52:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very cleverly done. This type of poem might lend its self to being made longer... But it couldn't make the comparison/point any better. A nice little poem.