My God...!

Who is your god, Who is mine? In the mêlée of confusion We hurl stones on One another... Gods once thrown In splash of colors At the street corners To fill growling bellies Changed sides to slip Into the silken hands Of the ochre robed Corporate barons to Augment their multiplying Riches and to change Nauseous power from One hand to another Paraded ostentatiously In repulsive nudity Your god and mine get Disrobed at all hours; They get displayed as Piled up commodities On end of year sale The middle class throng Draining their hard earned Resources in a desperate Attempt to dress their gods