Lies Cover Up
Those Immaculate frocks
And starched pristine collars
Draped Sin mocks
In sacramental cover
Fake rituals in presentation
Cloak with some incense
And cathedral deception
A murder of Innocence.
Hidden lies mar Childhood
Shattering its frail Faith
Licensed evil in priesthood
Dip a child in a sad fate.
Cover up in high vatican places
Down to the lowest ranks
Bowed Truth shocks angelic faces
As foul scent to Heaven stank.
Victims cry for elusive Justice
Sprinkled in the water of hypocrisy
What vague commandments these?
Vile is this empty religion we see.
March 31,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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