American Dream

You say,
“In God we trust,”
engraved on your money.

But in the chambers of your heart
it is the money itself,
not God,
that sits enthroned,
the only deity
you dare to trust.

Sacred words on paper,
yet the paper is your scripture,
your altar,
your quiet, private creed.

For in the place
where truth has no witnesses,
the only god you honour
is the one
that bears His name,
the one you can hold,
fold,
and own.