As I walk down the aisle of the temple
My thoughts start to burn
It’s here I ask forgiveness
Even though it is not earned
A pretty building housing statues
Colored window scenes
My brain is taking it all in
But my instinct is to scream
Why build these temples large and fancy
Who are you really trying to please
While the poor and hungry are praying on their knees.
The Bag Lady 
An excellent question indeed.
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Yes, why!
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