And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
When I fed the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why are they poor, they called me a communist. ------Dom Helder Camara, Brazilian archbishop-----
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