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 a sermon on 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.
–author unknown


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