Poem -

SUNday

Sunday oh sunday
my parents they hate me,
for i am not of god,
they disown me.

sit there, do this, read this,
no.
worship praise, don't do blow,

currents of currency flooding in,
the meager are the hungry and dying,
in a state of mind, they cannot afford,
to go heaven, for they are too poor.

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