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I was hungry,

and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.

I was imprisoned,
and you crept off 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 God's love.

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.