If my body is a temple

Why is it full of trash

Chipped bricks

And a broken roof 

Far from holy 

If my body is a temple

Why do people wreck it

Burn down its ideas

And let it sit

Gathering dust

If my body is a temple

Why aren’t there people who

Worship it

Draw towards it

If my body is a temple

Why are they not admiring it

Instead of the old men

Who comment on its beauty

Failing to see the inside