Some strange relatives here with crowns

They address us that we are their poor relatives
And we have to bow them day & night,
Chant the psalms for their Goodwill.
Yes Sir, certainly we do without any hesitation;
'See above your shoulders if you have eyes
To whom you pray all day,
And check the candle whether it flickers or not
Touch your sacred heart not at the back
And be honest to yourself that you are you and nobody else?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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