An Insidious Idol
Commerce is supported by keeping the individual at odds
with himself and others, by making us want more than we need, and
offering credit to buy what refined senses do not want.
The masses become shackled; I see how their eyes weep
and are desparate–of course they feel desperate–for something,
for some remedy
that a poor soul then feels needs
to be bought.
I find nothing more offensive than a god
who could condemn human instincts in us that time in all its wonder
have made perfect.
I find nothing more destructive to the well-being of life
than to support a god that makes you feel unworthy and in debt to it.
I imagine erecting churches to such a strange god will assure
endless wars that commerce loves.
A god that could frighten is not a god–but an insidious idol
and weapon in the hands of
A god who talks of sin is worshipped
by the infirm;
I was once spiritually ill–we all pass through that–
but one day the intelligence
in my soul