The Holy

A poem about what religious people really care about

There are hungry in the world:
Running over the war ravaged landscape in tattered burlap sacks
Trying to prove despite their weakness they are worth love and saving.

There are Hurting in the world :
staring out the Window at imaginary Phantoms of the past while tumours rot them
and the blood pools ceaselessly under the wheels of their chair.

And there is Hypocrisy in the world:
Making themselves easy targets with holy passages they don't have to obey
God 'not doing shit for the Hungry and Hurting, why you think he wanna judge somebody?
Y'all so fake when y'all play holy.