Woe To Hypocrites
They taught about the almighty. Did they love him ever?
Did they enter heaven, or allow others to enter?
Like surfaces of silent lakes, they looked calm and serene.
Underneath flew currents of whirlpools, tearing the marine
The poor were deserted like twigs of trees, they deserted.
Their hard earned wealth, into their own interests, they diverted
The oaths on the gifts of the altar of God was precious.
Should the mercy of God on the altar be infectious?
Millions of laws they made. Did they practice the law of love?
Did they think that they had fallen, like stars, straight from above?
Cleaning their vessels from outside was their eternal task.
Like white-washed catacombs, their reality was mere masks.
Woe to you, you told them. You teach laws, yet, lawless yourselves.
Each skeleton of those you had killed, remove from your shelves.
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