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 thanked God for your health.
I was homeless, and you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.

 

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.
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