the hypocrites
of the Help the Needy
and Deliver the Poor
& The Oppressed
they are Thieves
disguised as
Solicitors
They say We care for the Poor
and We who are filled with so much
Guilt
Upon our abundance
waddling
Parted with our Surplus and
Say
We have done our Part
we have given
what is due them
They are Fat and Drunk
Drinking and Making Merry till dawn
We fast
and Reflect
We give and
They all Steal
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