Painful Truths

The Pious and The Powerless

I was hurting, 

so you prayed to your health.

I was sad,

so you thanked God for your happiness.

I was cold, 

so you wrapped yourself in His arms and inspired jealousy.

I was ugly,

so you flaunted your flawless skin and said that maybe if I was religious I could have it too. 

I was hungry,

so you ate and thanked Him for all you had.

And at the end of the day,

I was still hurt and sad and cold, and ugly and hungry,

but you were only 

pious and wanting someone to worship.

So you worship the rich and beautiful and let us,

the real people,

suffer.

God is not dead,

humanity is.