No more porcelain gods,
or the prejudice for the painted gods,
or the gods of plastic and oil;
no gods at all,
no temples or palaces filled,
no golden crowned people
or dirty labors unequal,
because we are afraid,
and the products and services
have only lead to divisions,
and the system’s corrupt
and building us more gods
out of the strings of puppet gods,
and the people themselves
have never felt more unequal.
No More Gold Gods
The Poetry Of J.P. 
soo true
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