BAD BARD POETRY
Holier than thou
(Praying on the innocent)
It is said that evil thrives
But for the want of good
So we are truly grieved and sickened
When it is unmasked
Hiding neath vestment and hood.
Prise open the hallowed doors of church
And we do not have far to search
To find there festering within
A devils cauldron of hideous sin.
Beneath Bishops mitre and righteous preachers
Perverted criminals play God’s teachers
Preaching from pulpits the evils of sin
While grooming their vulnerable victims within
A corrosive litany of foul corruption
Connived and concealed without interruption.
For the hierarchies are not averse
To coddle their unwinding curse
Coteries whispering in holy places
Quietly smother over the traces
Deference, obeisance so incestuously inbuilt
Their comfortable privilege accepts no guilt,
Salving their cancerous infection
With mumbled Hail Mary’s and genuflection.
Houses of Bishops failed to abhor
Failed to discourage, tried to ignore
Their perverted actors, caught in vile offense
Sick paedophiles praying on the innocent.
So what did they do? What the solution?
They chose to wickedly spread this pollution
Hiding the guilty, some to foreign climes
Where these vile perpetrators continued their crimes
Enrobed Priestophiles, unfettered, unabated
Ungodly sanctioned appetites, never sated.
Hypocrites proselytizing in depraved contradiction
While waving sanctimonious benediction
Their meaningless forgiveness and sign of the cross
But NOT for their victims and NOT for their loss
So darker still this unwashable stain
Their anguished charges no longer feign
And still, hushed voices and averted eyes
Smother their sins , and tell their lies
Abusing young bodies, shattering lives
Poisoning minds and rending ties
The innocent fledglings in their care
Left destroyed to face despair…
Yes, it’s said that evil thrives
But for the want of good
Yet these ungodly good contrive
And lay a blight
On all our lives