converts are gathered
stage crowd whipped
into states of religious
frenzy with feed fed regular
daily indoctrination meetings
new converts will be ready
to hand over gold
valuables precious savings
life savings houses
to esteemed cult leaders
remarkably converts
do not perceive God
does not need gold
silver gems new temples
churches mosques
God needs nothing
God needs no house
and yet God
under various names
owns millions of houses
prestige luxury houses
esteemed leaders
at pinnacle need
glorious edifications
to prove worshippers
are worthy of their God
while destitute homeless
who need shelter receive no homes?
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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