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Why am I not in Africa,
said the Mormon down the street,
feeding empty bellies
and washing feces off the their feet?

Why aren't you building our economy
daughter
buy our gasoline
Can't you work harder
to make a dollar child,
you know you need to eat.

Why aren't you drinking like a mad man
sipping gin and tonic
snorting cocian and breathing in tabacoo
to ward off your demons.

Why aren't you falling in love with Jesus
Why aren't your reading the Holy Scriptures
Teaching others how to love
Asking them about the parables
Showing forth the gospel truth
Isn't that enough.

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