White House has
a faith advisor.
imagine that.
faith, sold
like oil
or arms deals.
she says
$1,000
gets you a blessing.
God’ll hand you
an angel
long life
no sickness
a golden sky
just sign
the fucking check.
meanwhile,
people starve
in silence.
people ration
pills like war rations.
kids eat once a day.
mothers skip meals
for their children.
and she’s out here
selling Jesus
like a fucking time-share.
ARE YOU EVEN WATCHING?
DO YOU KNOW WHAT HELL COSTS?
PEOPLE CAN’T AFFORD RENT
CAN’T AFFORD FOOD
CAN’T AFFORD TO PRAY LIKE YOU DO
or is this god
just for the rich?
you don’t want us dead—
you want us useful
until we are.
as long as we’re tired
and broke
and sick
enough not to fight—
you keep winning.
Jesus?
he’d burn your office
rip down your curtains
flip every table
call it theft
not faith.
he threw people like you
out of temples—
and he’d do it again.
may your blessings
choke you.
may your angels
file W-2s.
may your God
show up
and not recognize
a single one of you.