Confederacy Penury
Yeah thou was told to help other.
Readings and teachings of our Lord became sand cover,
Like a crucified rose tumbling on a grounder,
And circle could not be any rounder.
Torn wears and pale, bare feet lacking shoes
We pass in queues
Of people, yet pass without being thoughtful
Love thy neighbor became unhelpful
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