The Ingot God Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Ingot God

There isn't a name fit
for the kingdom comes,

All are worldly names
for love, confusions
and fornication,

All the sinner's lot
of endless participants
In search for flesh,
and discotheque,

Wild dancings, strobe lights,
ofwine or narcotics parties,
to taste the fruits of the Gods,

And vividly recalled
the grand celebration
in Mt. Sinaí
where the goldencalf
is hoisted,
Ingot God of molten gold,

Idolatry, sex slaves
and gold worshippers,
the currency of the century,
where the ingot God
is acknowledged,
as the supreme religion.