The Market
The preachers are collecting monies,
many times more than once
during the holy Mass on Sunday.
Jesus has thrown the money changers
from the Temple, telling them -
what did you do of my father's house.
Money does not belong to God.
It belongs to Caesar.
Even Stock Market is closed on Sundays.
God was born and resurrected in the cave,
but his servants live in the manors,
in their castles, demanding alms
from the poorer than they.
Shameless preachers of the mammon.
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