The Sacristy of Fear

A chilling touch and rolled up sleeves,
Our god on earth, We’re falling to our knees,
Political wealth precedes human poverty,
Brazen impunity of the ecclesiastical monarchy,
Rapists in cassocks sing anthems of rejoice,
While the crackling sounds of zippers drown out the boys,
A despairing cry wiped with tenderness,
Through the untearable mask of constant sadness,
Though locked in coffins still in trauma,
In the sacristy of fear yet this eerie aura,
That was felt for decades continuously,
“Don’t worry dear son it’s just you and me”!!