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Sunday Morning Suit

He's a Sunday Morning Christian
Sitting prominently in his pew,
On the  other six days of the week
He exploits folk like me and you.
From his position of privilege,
Where he's never known any need,
He accuses the low paid worker
Of striking out of avarice and greed,
Thinks there's something wrong
With their concept of work.
Instead of being grateful
They only whinge and shirk.
The service being over and
His contribution being made,
His conscience newly clear,
His lip service being paid,
He puts away his Christianity
Until this time next week
To continues his exploitation
Of the sad the poor the weak.
Suddenly it's next Sunday,
Another eventful week gone,
This Sunday morning Christian
Puts his Sunday morning suit on.

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