Poem -

The Corrupt Family

The Corrupt Family

Christianity

Once a maligned cult

Labeled by the main stream
keepers of the faith
as the lunatic fringe

Of course this missive
brought down the hammer 
of self righteous persecution
as only religious bigotry can do

Blood was spilled
on the martyr assembly line

Cranking out the saints
who would one day
have their names
attached to lofty cathedrals

Today robed preachers
twist the gospel
of intolerance against those
who sing from a different
hymn book

and so it goes...

All the saints and sinners
now congregate in the same place

With stained glass eyes
behind dark glasses of hypocrisy
that conceal their lies
and unyielding hate

Same as it ever was

Gens Perversa

 

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Glenn Marchand

this is a controversial piece. but I appreciate the historical timeline. well done.

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Steve Green

Thanks Glenn..  As a Catholic the irony of a religion that was terribly persecuted in it's infancy by the Roman Empire would evolve into such an intolerant force throughout history has always distressed me..

Perhaps the new Pope can reverse this  

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

An exceptional write, Thanks for sharing. My nomination for your poem dear Steve Green

Where robed hypocrites
preached the gospel
of intolerance against those
who sing from a different
hymn book

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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