Religion1 Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

The good-life; cultural fetishism of money
Has grown the monstrous myth: Internalized;
As possession of increasing number of goods
Professed by design translates to improved lives:
Much though demonstrated, has proved a respite
Breeding poverty, cruelty, redundancy, idleness
Making insecurity and hopelessness, bed-fellows
Chaining all forms of flowering human creativity:
Gone astray in the intoxication rush to belong, to
Built on the myth of exploitation and exhaustion
Of fatigued resources which inherently are limited;
In the gabbling doom-diving developmental mold.
You don’t fall in line be labeled ignorant, illiterate
As other indescribable deprecatory language as
Community, obsolete, incapable of being human
Final analysis, imp romance with ecological disaster
That calls for recapturing the cast aside foolishness