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


to pray for me.


You seem so holy;

so close to God;

but I’m still very hungry

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