FROM THE PULPIT

From the balcony
The city lights
Match the stars
In dreamy nights
The old stone steps
That lead away
From the granite blocks
The church heights sway.

Cold injustice
Pavements below
Near homeless hostels
The  religious pray
You cannot warm or feed
With gospels words
Nor reach the invisible
The hungry and scared.

The hour in
A neutral garb
Smothers moments
Its cruelty sharp
The righteous with
Their shield of faith
Pass rigid judgement
Upon those lost to fate.