Friday, April 17, 2009

The cry

I was hungry
And you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisoned
And you crept off quietly 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 thank God for your health
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

Author: Unknown.

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