"thank you."

 By Author Anon.

I was hungry, And you formed a humanities club and discussed my hunger. Thank You.
I was imprisoned, And you crept off quietly to the chapel in your cellar and prayed for my release. Thank You.
I was naked, And in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance. Thank You.
I was sick, And you knelt and thanked God for your health. Thank You.
I was homeless, And you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God. Thank You.
I was lonely, And you left me alone to pray. Thank You.
You seem so holy, So close to God.
BUT I'm still very hungry, And lonely, And cold.