Soul Corporations

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.