The huge walls of the temple
within holding invaluable
trust for devotees
priests have been appointed
for processing visas to heaven.
Hundreds of poor around having
no food to eat, having no clothing
to cover their loins,
no shelter to live but
tons of excessive clothes,
delicious and expensive food
wasted at temples,
swelling trust accounts at
hidden bank books...
modern world suffering before
Priests who promotes protestant religions...
Fear every where
I wonder who has appointed
this false office?
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