#inspired my the homeless people I saw sleeping under the pillars of St. Peter’s basilica in Rome

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The poor sleep under your roof,

Sheltered by your majesty,

They eat the crusts you can spare

from the holy communion,

They sleep on the marble steps of the sepulcher,

In the laps of the saints they dream of Zion,

Like the wax wrapped popes

They do not know the time of day,

In the end the pillars of the temple,

Will become their tomb.