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The World's Times chronicled Crusades and Fatawas, Jihads and Inquisitions, Coups and Genocides.      Such resourcefulness The Construct. Another Cathedral rises In a destitute country.      Do-able We're told From the leader's lips      We'll always have the poor. Uh huh! The poor! That's what was said. We can always put them to work, And there won't always be work. They'll need membership cards, And birthings and burials, Like always.      See the pyramids along the Nile      You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning Another temple Will grow from Rice paddies; A synagogue, A mosque will Cinch tiles On the backs of peasants. I've had enough Laundering by recluse Single mothers, By crooks posing as shepherds, And Holy Wars      *so oxymoronic      cleanses too* Any Divines Benefitting from Our labour and wages; Our drachma, denarius and shegel, Aren't worth the worship. Yet the lenders are good At getting their pound.           *Don't drop a coin           In a wishing well,           Pay cash for a mass           Where they'll ring your bell.           Choose a charity,           There's so many,           That need a           Pauper's Penny.*
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Good at Getting Their Pound
The World's Times chronicled Crusades and Fatawas, Jihads and Inquisitions, Coups and Genocides.      Such resourcefulness The Construct. Another Cathedral rises In a destitute country.      Do-able We're told From the leader's lips      We'll always have the poor. Uh huh! The poor! That's what was said. We can always put them to work, And there won't always be work. They'll need membership cards, And birthings and burials, Like always.      See the pyramids along the Nile      You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning Another temple Will grow from Rice paddies; A synagogue, A mosque will Cinch tiles On the backs of peasants. I've had enough Laundering by recluse Single mothers, By crooks posing as shepherds, And Holy Wars      *so oxymoronic      cleanses too* Any Divines Benefitting from Our labour and wages; Our drachma, denarius and shegel, Aren't worth the worship. Yet the lenders are good At getting their pound.           *Don't drop a coin           In a wishing well,           Pay cash for a mass           Where they'll ring your bell.           Choose a charity,           There's so many,           That need a           Pauper's Penny.*
Sounds familiar? I had to edit and re-post. Lyrics by The Duprees (Nile) and Randy Bachman (Taking Care of Business)
#religion#hypocrisy#poverty#charity
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
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