Baubles

Souls are freshly baptized in the purse;
Lords of Capital allow all things
But prying human converse.

A pall of brainless sameness
Suits Capital best;
Watch out for the one who dares to put
The nullity of sameness to test.

Dictators are happiest
When Capital and Faith embrace
To snuff out the heresy of thinking
Beyond the baubled race.

Capital and Faith are satiate
When noise and obedience reign,
When we are the arms of the octopus,
Slave to a single marauding brain.

Are Capital and Faith propelled by God?
Must we our bondage love?
why then a skull with a brain in it
that screams it must never be so?

Badri Raina