Day: June 15, 2020

I heard that the Bishop was
Sitting with his upper class friends
I’m a different man he says
Ever since my psychoanalysis
And this mighty fine whiskey and
A Cuban cigar does not hurt either
His friends nodded and agreed
He was a different man
This made life easier for them
 
I thought about this for a while
The good life sounded nice
All I get is sermons and cheap wine
It hardly seems fair and
Who pays for all of this?
Not the rich friends for sure
Nor the Little Sisters of the Poor
It is us in the congregation
That foots the bill for privilege
 
Thinking more I looked at my taxes
Where does this money go?
To the State and to Washington
The fat cats then decide what to do
They are influenced by lobbyists, who
Line the politician’s pockets with
Large sums of money to vote on bills
That insure the welfare of the rich
And ignore the needs of constituents
 
I think about the poor and lower class
They are in the bottom ten percent
Still when I study it, they have a life style
That is better than the rich, including
Kings and Queens, had 200 years ago
They feel discontent, but have shelter,
Heat, running water, both hot and cold
Indoor plumbing, computers and TV
And usually a car or two
 
I think they feel downtrodden and
Cannot blame their feelings
They get overlooked for good jobs
And the schools where they live
Are not as nice or up to date as the
Ones in the wealthier districts, but
They have the opportunity to move up
It is not a zero sum situation and
Hard work will take you places
 
The biggest problem for them is
They get caught up in the safety nets
The entitlement programs that seem
To put a cap on their potential
They are comfortable without
The good whiskey and cigars
Do not need psychoanalysis
They have no lobbyists, but
Have the system under control
 
The bishop doesn’t speak of this
While entertaining his friends
He does not speak of starvation
Taking place in faraway lands or of
Genocide and the murdering of
People for their religious beliefs
The living without adequate
Food and water and insect infestation
I wonder why he is so quiet
 
All wars are over land and religion
The need for power is prevalent
We are a war torn world
I keep praying for a change, but
Change takes action and incentive
The United Nations is a joke
What could possibly work to unite us?
Love for God and neighbor
If only this would do
 
Stanski
June 15, 2020 ^