Lord, I believe
help my unbelief…
throw off forever
the credo of the stock exchange…
see through the running fiction
of a standing army…
confirm suspicions
about impermanence
help my unbelief…
make up its mind
against capitalist convictions…
turn off its television…
doubt fundamentally
the truth of power
help my unbelief
break the spell
of the private automobile…
face the future
of crossed-out coral reefs…
give up its spot in line
to the Hollywood Colosseum
help my unbelief…
never trust again
the prosperity gospel…
stop up its ears against
the siren call of pharmaceuticals…
slap down the invisible hand
help my unbelief…
scoff at the technological fix…
snap out of the growth economy…
shake its head at the salesmen
stuck in profit margins
Lord I believe—
that’s the problem.
Help my unbelief
bravely question
what it’s told.