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Societal Norms

There is our king, the traitor,
He sold our Golden throne
For a more economical wooden stool
Now white ants gradually feed
On our nation's most prized treasure.

At the bottom of the societal money chain,
You and I,
Trampled under the feet of the king,
But I’ve got the here after well planned
With Isaac, Moses and Abraham
Where I’ll pay no tax or rent.

Back at the temple;
Tithers tithe,
Large tenths in small envelopes;
Cheerfully, Cheerful Givers give,
Abundantly, out of abundance,
Then the Preacher comes in,
Well dressed,
Well pressed,
Well blessed,
Preaching a sermon of wealth and prosperity
While you and I
Chant rousing anthems of Hallelujah
On empty stomachs;
It’s all a societal norm.

It’s time to unlock bolted minds,
Touch the heart of the children,
And tell the unpopular truth,
The king will soon fall,
It will be publicized, politicized and analyzed,
Our itching ears already twitching
And our lips bound to criticize.
Our insipid imaginations
Are soon to be flushed down the drain,
It’s all a societal norm.


*****January 27, 2005*****

This poem is part of a series of poems i wrote during my teenage years when i was battling with religious skepticism and varied political ideologies

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