he is in church
attending the Sunday Mass
trying to close his eyes
in solemn prayer
at the front row
three rows ahead of him
is the woman who defrauded him
in a land deal
(money is not that important
but the fraud pinches
his soul)
beside him is his debtor
who just arrived from Dubai
on a three-day tour
and he did not pay him
his debt for two years
now
now the question is:
how can he keep his peace
in the middle of his
mumbled prayers?
before God his traitors
and swindlers
sing their hymns
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