I once believed in a Messiah
And that we were to care for the sick and poor
That I would be judged one day
On how I treated the least of these
I discovered this economic and political system I grew up in
Was the reason for all this grief
For the suffering people
That it was diabolical, pure evil
PredatoryI told my friends
They did not believe me
They looked at me like a
Crazy manI saw the homeless
And asked: "What would Messiah do?"
I did what I could
Despite my own struggles and limitations
But in the group, the team
The pack I was in
I saw few, so very few
Who ever gave a damnThey were the same
Just the same
Loving money
Worshipping it
All while singing with
Hands lifted high
One day per weekThen the guilt, the shame
The paranoia
About never being good enough
Plagued many of them
And rendered them ineffectiveI was part of the cult
This cult of millions
This popular cult
That has spread worldwideWhile many ideals were wonderful
The love of money
The self-glorification
Smothered
Overcame
The care
The loveI left
What else could I do?I even gave up belief
In a supreme being
In all supernatural beings
Where were they?
There was no intervention
Just a lot of theory
A lot of talk
Chatter
But no actionThose who have power
Must take responsibility
Must care
But he, she, it
Whatever he is
Did nothingPeople would claim
An answer here
A reply there
But it was all made up
It was all randomI walked away
But sometimes I look back
And wonder
And ponderSome of those ideals were great
Can I retrieve them?
Without being distracted
By the love of money
By the pull of the group
Any groupMessiah
You are so hard to find
The people have yet
To know you . . .~ Gunnar Våken
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