A Horrible Poem About the church

All are welcomed here, in this place.
Yes, you! Especially you.
If you are tired and weary, you can come.
Our doors are open.
Come all who are heavy burden.
This place is safe for you.

When you come though, you must have one thing.
Your resume.
Explaining to us the people you know and the money you hold.
Bring it to us, so that we may welcome you truly.
Who you know will help you grow here.
What you have, will make us truly glad.

For you the stranger or the poor, you're welcome too.
I guess.
But don't expect the same experience.
We're 'One in Christ' here.
No tears will be shed but your story shall be exploited.
Yeah, I suppose we'll invite you in, too.

But stay towards the back.
We don't want people to see you here.
Oh and put this on.
This mask.
You see, we all do it here.
Its a common task that helps us survive.

We don't really love each other.
We really don't even love you.
God is alright
But our building and the money,
Now that is our light.
So, I guess you can come.

Numbers of all sorts are our welcomed guest.
How we fill the pew and the plates,
Will help us at those pearly gates.
Feeding you, clothing you, replenishing you.
Well, we talk a lot about it.
You're more than welcomed to get your hopes up.

We are no longer foreigners to each other technically.
Yet we're most distant from those who we sit with.
We put on good smiles though.
And our Sunday best will show you holy we are.
Really only 1 of us needs to understand that God stuff.
Not us, not you, just him is enough.

So lies and smirks are welcomed here.
True hurt that consumes us inside are too.
Masks are preferred and embraced the most.
Yeah, if you're tired please come.
If you're rich, we'll greet you first.
We've got tradition and potential, so please, bring your credentials.