Pagans of Wall Street

 

They worship the Golden Bull

And fear the Hungry Bear

Their Gods are not our Gods

But when you confront them

You get a blank stare

 

They are the Pagans of Wall Street

More vicious than any motorcycle gang

But they sit in the front rows in Worship

And, pharisees, make a show of worshipping

The ineffable one

 

What do we do with such people?

Remind them of what destiny awaits?

They'd never believe you anyway

They earned their privileges

And all acclaim

What marvelous people they are

 

Christopher H. Holte

Inspired by Pope Francis (though I've written on this before)