The Bishop

His voice
leads
the flock

He praises
God in 
a way

That even 
the atheist 
feels connected

His sins
are exonerated
even before
they exist

Spreading hope
and dreams
is more
valuable than
pure gold

As it 
gives the
forsaken an
olive branch

a reason
for living

As abominable
as the
bishop is

We detest
him so
because his
trance was
accepted by
us willingly 

The Hate 
is ours  
to own
if we
look in
the mirror.