Thank You, Church | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

Not your regular kind of poem

THANK YOU, CHURCH

I was hungry

and you formed a committee

and you discussed my hunger

and you paid yourselves

to talk about my hunger.

Thank you.

I was imprisoned

and you crept off quietly

to your churches and piously

pray for my release.

Thank you.

I was naked

and in your gatherings

you debated the morality of my appearance.

You condemned my dressing

But I actually had no change of raiment.

Thank you.

I was sick

and you got on your knees

singing from lying lips

praising God for your health.

Thank you.

I was homeless

and you preached to me

of paradise in heaven

and the canopy of God

But never cared to shield me

From biting cold

And burning heat.

Thank you.

I was lonely

and you left me alone to pray for me.

Thank you.

You seem so holy

So spirit filled

But you left me hungry

And lonely

And cold

And naked

And sad.

Thank you.

Where's the love of God in your hearts?

What has your prayers done?

Where have your good works gone?

What heavenly good there is

to recite the Lord's Prayer

From dawn to dusk

When the rest of the world

is crying for help?

For allowing a soul

Go down Sheol

Thank you, Church

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