by a writer from Malawi

Listen, Christian.

I was hungry
and you formed a humanitarian club
and discussed my hunger.
Thank you.

I was imprisoned
and you crept off quietly
to your chapel in the cellar
and prayed for my release.
Thank you.
I was naked;
and in your mind.
you debated 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 very close to God.
But I’m still very hungry
and lonely
and cold.

And I thank you.




Naiintindihan ko. :( Sobra. Ito ang dahilan kaya gusto ko na bitawan ito.