Not a drop to think.

With the care and love

You show with your own

Purchase idols, in hope

Of humanising God

You pray, flowers and holy water

Bow your head and

Strike a light

Only to dispose it

The very next hour

When your work is done.

A festival, a mere need to

Complete the desire

For more more

While the idols from last year

Floated to the bottom of the river

That gave you life.