Last Chance - Poem by Saju Abraham
We have come around,
and erected our own golden calf,
at the feet of mount materialism.
We worship money.
We throw money to beget money.
We go to war to amass wealth.
We donate all we have to man made prophets,
in the hope they'll ensure divine blessings.
But when the true one comes,
our altars and idols he'll tear down,
and there’ll be no seven chances;
we will be wiped off the universe.
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