Pharisee's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep, While in the world the homeless weep. I thank you for the food I ate, As hungry children expirate. My clothes all have that fashion flare; Their price would cover doctor's care For towns of people who all thirst For water run to chill it first. I thank you God that Ayatollah I have not met, nor faced Ebola! I surely have done something great To live the capitalist fate! I thank you also for my brain A high IQ, and not insane. For in this fractured, dirt poor earth You made me of superior worth! I do not kill, I do not steal And God replied: You do not HEAL! You do not give, you do not feed, You do not meet your neighbor's need. So, while you think this life is nice, Remember long and hard the price! Help you not the least of these Eternal life will not you please So go to sleep, and pray to wake For tis not Me your soul will take.