Lonely, and Cold. ((and angry))

From Blueprints, of the United Society of Friends Women, in their 1972-73 edition:

 

I was hungry,

and you formed a humanities club

and discussed my hunger.

Thank you.

 

I was imprisoned

and you crept off quietly

to your chapel in the suburb

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

on the shelter

of the love of God.

 

I was lonely

and you left me

alone

to pray for me.

 

You seem so holy;

so close to God;

but I’m still very hungry

and lonely, and cold.            ((and angry))