I was hungry,
and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisoned,
and you crept off to your chapel and prayed for my released.
I was naked,
and in your mind you debate 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 of the spiritual 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 am still very hungry – and lonely – and cold.
-Anonymous (Taken from Youth For Christ)