Corporate Christ!

 

You’ve taken root

In your corporate suit.

You're officially owned

Loaned out to the highest bidder.

As your soul begins to wither

no one can save you.

Your best efforts are left at the foot of your crucified body.

Now sponsorship deals

reveal more about you

than you first knew

everything is sponsored even your baby blue eyes,

you dream of starry skies.

but it all tastes the same

bloody rain

pain on pain.

You stare at adverts

dream of what you can own

while all manner of people die alone

you’re dreaming of your dream home

and an identity not of your own

your dreaming of being someone else

where is it getting you?

where is it getting your mental health?

where is all the happiness you once craved?

as you grow ever more depraved

wanting to be saved and searching for an answer

but the question is still out of reach!

This is not meant as an anti christian poem but can be taken as a strong rebuff for all who would use God as a way of making money and preying on peoples hopes and dreams!