God Without An Altar

Wipe the sweat from a tired brow,
plant your feet behind the plow,
treat a parasite as a crown,
that will not sate its hunger.

Fell great forests, strip the earth,
sell yourself for what you’re worth,
too high a cost was asked at birth,
which only swells the hunger.

Spread it here, spread it far,
haul the banner to a distant star,
glance only sideways at what you are
and fear you’ll see the hunger.

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