Poem. :p 'inspired' by the mention I got from a volunteer helping care for the homeless (Leamington Christian Mission) about people sending in childrens' colouring books with the pictures coloured in already to give to homeless children.
Temple lit by moonlight, priest walks up the stair
Lady at the window, face showing despair
She looks pretty enough, 'Please pull up a chair.'
Sympathetic eyes but he just doesn't care.
Ragged child starving, the priest passes him by,
Comforts shaken conscience with another lie
Closes temple doors, and leaves the child to die
'Please expire quietly, there's no need to cry.'
Walks home, heart in silk purse, but drowning in sin
Sees unhappy stranger, very tired and thin
Knows at once his purpose, and greets with a grin
Gives the temple's colouring book, already coloured in.
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