A drive and a draw
a twist and a plunge
happens in a place of worship.
Those with an influence
float in the human ocean
commune with the Almighty.
It is easy for them.
Not all of us are that great.
Those of us who are not affluent,
follow the queue. Wait long hours.
Shown the door once we reach
the portal. Circumscribed by a feeling
of inferiority we exit.
The treatment destroys the intention to pray.
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