THE HALLOWED MAN

A Christmas picture postcard dream

Snow covered hillside; farmyard scene

With dreamy clouds of silver haze

This beauty’s now a passing phase

The reasons it’ll never be

Pictured quite so easily

As a village place where neighbours meet

And stand about; and laugh; and greet

But desecration now commit

This hallowed man would come and sit

Beside the bus stop, near the pub

Where locals come to get their grub

This holy man, a trusted soul

But prayers were not his only goal

Luring in the congregation

Seeking choir boy’s consummation

Whilst sadly he procured the best

Would put these youngsters to the test

He’d use his wealth of wisdom; trust

To feed the chapel’s secret lust

The head of all that evil sought

A buyer of those; that should never be bought

A face of what was rightly good

Committing acts no ‘good’ man should

But sadly this went on too long

The choir boy came; performed his last song

To voice the end of a shameful decade

Where prior no one had come to their aid

The tears and hurt tolled from that bell

Concealing what was really hell

A place he no longer frequents

The good Lord sought his recompense

The hallowed man now comes to rest

Upon the park bench he knows the best

For this is now his country home

Despised; detested; all alone .......