Put your piety in your pocket
Get off your cross we need the lumber
When you're around they say lock it
You bow saying no one's humbler
Even the priest has cross eyes
A penny for the poor a pound for clerisy
Pigs live in butcher's sties
Greed devours charity
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sorenbarrett (
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A very powerful poem of utter truth. I was actually in Rome a couple of weeks ago, incredible to see the Vatican verse all the tents on the lungotevere River. 🌹
Thanks so much dear friend. The amount that comes off the top of charities always bothered me and then who gets the rest is another story. I have been through numerous hurricanes some when I had small children and never did I see any charity, not even a block of ice. However, every year they always ask for donations to various ones.
We obviously see through the same eyes dear poet. 🌹
Absolutely. I've seen a pie chart or two and I didn't need to be Einstein to see who got the biggest slice.
Now it's a corporate takeover.
God bless the poor.
Thanks so much for the review and comment it is most appreciated.
A very profound write my friend. We have little regard for charity these days, "me" comes before "we". You skillfully present a sad but unfortunetly true commentery on all parts of society. A fine write!
Thank you so much Bella I so appreciate your kind review. I am looking forward to more of your own fine poetry.
Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas appreciate it.
Such true words soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy I appreciate the read.
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