Worn out by his swim through a STOP KONY sea
The tired Christian marches to the Celestial City
With his staff, dyed pink for BREAST CANCER AWARENESS,
He hopes and prays that all the poor and powerless
Who cry justice tempered with mercy will be rescued
And together destroy that despairing cry that
‘the poor will always be with you’
As he stands helpless to offer any solution, except his
RED X and a small note that says ‘I would help if I had any idea
At all, what I am supposed to do.’
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