While I was walking home tonight
A beggar, an old lady with cancer approached with timid expressions
I asked! What do you want?
She replied in tears holding her both hands clinging tightly into each other
“Pray for me” she implored!
I looked her with a stead fast haste
“Not God but mere ignorance of economizing”
Not God but the blessings of the capitalists
Not God but class struggle
Not class struggle but knowledge and self awareness
Not god but a social phenomena