Gods Ministers Abused His Trust

Poem on the abuse scandals of the Catholic Church, and the cover up and reactions to same.

 

Background...
The child abuse scandal in Ireland rolls on and on as it does throughout the world. It is something beyond the Catholic Church, we have seen in education and sports as well. What is sickening most is the way it was covered up, and how normal youths were condemned for natural love - OK, sins of the flesh but it is good to be human - and girls who got with child from that had their names blackened by society who knew full well the excesses of members of the church and hid them for fear of causing scandal. They are as bad as those who did the wrong. The second thing that sickens me is the churches defense that one who committs such acts is ill, and so is not criminally responsible. I do not accept that, or the thinking that canon law is on equal footing or superior to state law. Christ himself said "Give to Ceaser what belongs to him, and to God what is God’s". Gods court comes after life, during life it is the courts of man. Why were the preists not defrocked, and handed over to the authorities? It happened to a few who fell in normal and natural love with women, to whom it should not have happened. The other end is the element who attach themselves to the argument who wish to destroy at any cost the Church, and religion as a whole. I feel they will get the same come uppance, for using the victims as a theological football.

Gods ministers abused His trust Abused His children in their care Face His Wrath on their death they must For the evil deeds they done where They having from woman they turned And the Clothes of God they wore Normal affection having spurned Promising to have love no more. Lust it is but the least of sins Between a woman and a man For lust: it is the root within From which grows love: and we all can Through it and from it our soulmate Can seek, and seek and seek to find A sin maybe, yes, but not so great That God would condemn lustful kind Poetry poets write, inspired of when Of history: love; legend too But some things they are beyond the pen Far too sore, too raw, far too new And the little children in the care Of the men of the cloth of God Who knew only suffering there What a road of life they have trod! And society knew all that time No matter what today they say And turned a blind eye to the crime That’s only spoken of today. The silence by them it was kept To keep it from the world the shame Under the carpet all was swept The children it was who got blame. Canon Law was above the law State was to do the churches will And such a state history saw As chapels and churches did fill With faithful, singing hymns and prayer Led by important clergy proud Condemned premarital sex there Said it was bad and not allowed. And all the while they covered up Abusers of children, their sins At mass drinking wine from the cup Ignoring victims, saving skins Instead of the abusers who Did not repent, or seek to stop The bishops who of their crimes knew Found them a new parish to swap. When cornered in modern times They said that it was not a crime They were ill, who done the crimes And so should not do any time How many single mothers did work In church laundries for fallen girls Whose only crime was not to shirk Life’s passions and loves whirls? As is natural and normal And girls some of maybe who were wild More who just made love with a boy And they found themselves with child Blackened was a whole family Not so the clergy who done wrong Greater sinners got away free! Not condemned by judgmental throng God will pass judgment, he will And the clergy great, they shall quake And God will say He has had His fill Of pleas that clergy made mistake For who does to the least of men He does to God the very same And they will be condemned right then And to their fate they will have came Hell’ll be theirs for eternity The victims in Heaven will live And Justice over them will see That lovers lust God will forgive And the Magdalene girls will find A place for them in heaven too And they as the holiest assigned Among the angels in full view. And sinners in hell for a priest To look far they will have little need Be they greatest sinners or least Should their tortured souls in pain bleed For left and right hypocrites Who grave glory and power sought Shall have their parish - Hell is it And minister in it they aught! Love between a girl and a boy Expressed in flesh as love or lust Is not for mere priests to destroy Who with children we cannot trust It is not to say all are bad We know well that it is not so And those who condemn often had Agendas of much more to go And they for their so false concern Shall with those who turned an eye blind Be condemned by God, and will earn A fate to other sinners denied They say there is a special place Within the hot bowels of Hell Where hypocrites to show their face And the cowards go there was well

 

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Hi Thomas I have not read you in such a long time. I always liked your writings on social issues such as this.
I like the way you stated your opinion before the poem and added the literature and then began your poem.
The poem touches each of the atrocities these 'men of God' committed..
It touched me and it so true! Man judges now God in the end , as you stated.
This is quality writing.. loved it tho i wish it did not have to be written of.

Chloe

[Gandré]

Yes, we have seen in sport and education, too. But the fact is that Catholic Church never admitted there is any abuse within the Church! No, it is not about destroying Church as institution. It's about to see the truth and reveal the hypocrisy. If Catholic Church will be destroyed for daily thousands worldwide leave the Church, that's because it destroyed itself. I don't know what Jesus said, he did not write a word. The others who wrote a wrote, did it aprox. 80 years after Jesus death. I don't even know if Jesus existed. Churches are hierarchies. The thing is - there has to come a reform, methinks. The medieval age dogmas would not suit the modern times. Women ordination is wishful and away with the celibacy; it is anyway something what exists since 11th century. It is the root of the problem. Catholic Church always had a problem with sex. Great poem. Loved.

[Deanarrlack]

Im not usually into topical writing (for myself that is) but feel you brought a touch, quite powerfully, too a fairly sore subject. Would this be a sort of 'anti-hymn' I wonder?