
I prayed for food
And I prayed for rent
I prayed for these things
To be heaven sent
I prayed in the morning
And I prayed at night
To help out my brother
And the mentally ill in their plight
I prayed at my job site
I prayed at the dinner table
I prayed that men should not kill
Like Cain and Abel
I prayed against war
And slavery on every shore
I prayed for the victims of criminals
The lepers
The poor
I prayed
And prayed
Until this very same day
When I received a knock on the door
From a post-pandemic NYC landlord
Capitalist to working class/renting poor
“You have not my inflated flat money!
“Then you must go away!”
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