Whatever You Want It To Be
Your golden calf
speaks artfully in my ear
marketing its millions of worshipers-
whispers of temptation to be like you-
If all life produces are idolators
from the gold calves they adore,
where are its gardeners
its realtors
its nourishers
its doctors
its listeners
its philosophers
it cleaners
its mothers
its fathers?
These are the pillars of society.
Remember this
and don't feel ashamed of who you were meant to be.
We all have a part to play on this sea of glass
and rocky debris
Copyright © Rebecca Kiser | Year Posted 2025
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