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