Shame on us

I was hungry -

and you formed a humanities club

and discussed my hunger.

I was imprisoned -

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 am still very hungry

and lonely... and cold.

Author Unknown