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Why should we trust you when you don't respond?

The widows cry, the orphans starve, the young

Ignored, un-nurtured, the gullible conned,

The weak ripped off, the caring still unsung,

While rich men tyrannise, the strong oppress,

Money counts for everything and cash

Can buy the world, paid in excess

To bribe, corrupt, grind down, abuse and smash.

And where are you in all this pain and greed?

Don't point me to the Psalms with all their Kant,

Just show me where you've met your people's need,

Where promises are kept as they are meant.

I know you suffered but the world still groans

And prophesy does not mend broken bones.

Brian Hick July 2014

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