I was hungry
and you formed a humanties club, and you discussed my hunger, Thank You.
I was imprisioned
and you crept off quietly, to your chapel in the cellar, 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'm still very hungry
So where have you prayers gone?
What have they done?
What does it profit a person to page through a book of prayers, when the rest of the world is crying for help?