You lecture about light
And love and Gods and sun.
You speak of saints and haloes
And brilliantly colored rainbows.
You sit there pious and protected,
The world's ills pass undetected.
You speak of calm and clarity,
Yet you remain your favorite charity.
You ensure your interests are represented,
And you care not for the discontented.
Turbulent winds swirl around you,
Yet you stay oblivious to the rage that surrounds you.
You sit in the center of the storm,
Where you remain well fed and warm.
You engorge yourself on grapes and cheese,
While others pick at the pieces of their shredded dreams.
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