Meet You at the Piccadilly for Lunch

by

Hardy Parkerson

Can't get over that old Christian flag
Standin' there in the corner.
Suppose some people see it;
Know I do.

It's red, white and blue,
Like the American flag standin' by it.
They stand togehter in the chruch:
Both red, white and blue.

There are few who care.
Most have lost their sense of altruism;
But there are some who do:
They try to make the world better.

The White nurse came to church;
Asked for prayer for her Black patient,
And for her son, who'll have no one
When his mother dies of A.I.D.S.

She'd called the patient's preacher,
Who said, "It's her own fault she has A.I.D.S.!
No need for God when times were good!
Now she needs God! Huh!"

Bet if she had money to give him, honey,
He'd be ther in a hurry;
But she has none, only a son;
Let the nurse worry!

She sees more of God
In the nurse's face
And in her laid-on hands
Than in the chruch.

Wear your best white dress!

Meet me at the church!

Halley Loo Yuh! Praise the Lord!

Meet you at the Piccadilly for lunch!

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Why don't you look at Mothers Day
by: Dylan Early
from: Johannesburg, South Africa

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