We are growing loud again, the sing-song clanging gongs and cymbals. The braggarts and banditos have robbed the beggars of dignity and it’s worrisome. We’ve forgotten the solemnity of the widow’s mite.
If we were created for love, then should we pronounce our exploits from the roof? Should we use the poor for a good story? Should we proclaim the virtues in giving a homeless man a donut?
Let them eat cake, we say.
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