I was hungry and you formed a humanities club
To discuss my hunger
Thank you


I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly
To your temple to pray for my release
How nice of you


I was naked and in your mind you debated
The morality of my appearance
How good of you


I was sick and you knelt before your God
And thanked him for your health
How sweet of you


I was homeless and you preached to me
About the shelter of your God?s love
How warm is your home


I was lonely and you left me alone
So you could pray to your God for my soul
How come you did not offer companionship


You seem so holy, so close, and god-like
But I am still hungry, imprisoned, cold
In pain, homeless, and alone
It matters not