Religion Poem by Jose Remillan

The sun's ray creeps on the
Face of an old young beggar
As he worships the doorsteps
Of a young old billionaire. He is
Waiting for crumbs to kiss the
Soil for his aching stomach.

In the airwaves, a political leader
Assures the numb polity that 'wealth is as
Equitable as salvation.' A communist
hears otherwise: 'Wealth is as equitable
As damnation! ' There is cognitive dissonance
Within and between glittering generalities.