Why Tell Me

Poem By Francis Duggan

Why tell me about it i know all too well
That there are many sinners where saints and angels do dwell
Many of the thieves of the town go to church on Sunday
To the god of their choice for to kneel to and pray

Of how religious you say you are to me of you nothing does say
Since action does speak louder than words it does seem this way
By your own very words you lack in empathy
For any have not of the town you feel no sympathy

To get rich by what ever means you can with you seems okay
You believe your god will forgive you if to him for forgiveness you do pray
Yet to the higher self you cannot be true
And that you will reap what you sow may well become your due

Why tell me about it since i already know
That where weeds are abundant few of others things do grow
If prayers gets a crook to heaven then to steal from others is okay
As long as you believe in a god in to for to pray.

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