Homeless
| I
was hungry, |
and you
formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.
|
| I was
imprisoned, |
and
you crept off to your chapel and prayed for my release. |
| I was
naked, |
and
in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance. |
| I was
sick, |
and you
knelt and thanked God for your health.
|
| I was
homeless, |
and you
preached to me of the spiritual shelter of God's love.
|
| I was
lonely, |
and you
left me alone to pray for me.
|
| You seem
so holy, so close to God, |
But I
am still very hungry
|
and
lonely
|
and
cold.
|
|
Anonymous
|
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