For some strange reason I decided to clean out/consolidate my book shelves. While doing so, I found the following and decided to share it. The author is unknown.
The following poem was circulated by a man at the poor peoples rally in Old Town – Albuquerque – New Mexico, and was later printed in “El Papel”
I was hungry
and you formed a humanities club
and discussed my hunger. Thank you.
I was imprisoned
and you crept off
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 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 hungry
So where have your prayers gone?
What have they done?
What does it profit a man
to page through his book of prayers
when the rest of the world is crying for his help.