The church bells ring at six o'clock
And everyone stops whatever they are doing.
The men take a break from their gambling,
While the women take a pause in their gossiping.
The children's shouts are silenced for a moment.
Even the nagging wife shuts her mouth,
While her drunk husband makes an effort to stand upright.

Everyone bows their heads
As they say a silent prayer
For five minutes or so.
And just right after the Amen is said,
Everyone is back to his old, selfish ways

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