The cross maybe the ultimate metaphor
For religion sold as a brand
A sacrifice exchanged for the almighty dollar
With the tacit blessings of the Vatican
We all have guardians trading faith for power
Businessmen by whom we swear
Betraying everyone from Eshwar to Allah
With their holy wars for market share
We’re losing our religions
Entrusting our Gods
To corporates that prostrate
Before balance pawns
Unsuspecting pawns
Initiating brethren
Into the oldest MLM to stalk our streets
Behold the soul corporations
The spiritual supermarts
Dispensing salvation with a price tag
Mocking the truth that resides in our hearts
Paralysing the human conscience
With practiced art
And of the various hues of desecration
This makes them the hardest to beat
The unsure can’t endure the liberation
The pious don’t discern the need
And if there is a truth to be told
Religion’s just a shadow of god
Illumined by thought and understanding…
Sullied by the ambiguity of words