They claim to be fine
But they are not fine
When asked about their well-being
When it is enquired about their health
they think about their physical health
They think about their earthly wealth
They think not about their spiritual health.
They are not fine
They suffer from spiritual poverty
Rags of Spiritual apathy covers their shriveled bodies
They cling to shopping carts filled with worldly treasures
They carry dirty bags of materialism
and self-centered ness
They are spiritually starved and don't even know it
They are even afraid to admit their need
Afraid of losing their earthly, shopping carts treasures
Thus, they continue wearing rags of spiritual apathy
They continue claiming that they are fine.
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