Colin F. Jones
It is so easy to believe in a gentle Lord
Where we can cast away our faults and sins.
It is so easy not to blame the sword
For all those things we gain from devious wins.
Each time we fail we ask our God for aid
And urge forgiveness for our many crimes
Oft what is true is just convenient trade
That marks the profit loss of modern times.
How can a well-read man accept the fort
That is the church of criminals of the cloth?
Where defective priests are sanctified and taught
To gather round the candle like the moth?
For they, unto themselves, define the law
And send their tainted clergy off to war
©Copyright May 17, 2001 by Colin F. Jones