Do poor need religion?

Why would poor, need religion, to put right, their moral?
Why would dying, need God, to evade fear of hell?

Heaven ‘n’ hell are the ingenious promise
pot bellies invention
Recklessly enjoying every fruit
produced in Eden’s garden
But forbidden for society outcastes
--social cripples they are

In all this foul play, destiny hands out a fair play
Pot bellies are inflicted with immorality
finer sensitivities –a boon for have-not
Both are fated to play, reversal fluctuating parts

Those who dwell in palaces, poor they are in morals
others who lack in comforts, morally rich they are
Ones who need the masters, to unshackle their selves
Attached they are, to the masts of sinful boats

In dire need they are, negative tendencies chained them tight
Real poor they are, celestial Master--- they can’t afford.