Robes.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldMy thoughts after reading "The Rites" by Matt Baglio
The holy men in their
black robes,
Spouting innate
ramblings of peace and love,
Honour thy neighbours
and families,
As long as you pray to
the dove.
Take his body and blood,
Cleanse your soul and
mind,
Glancing at the altars
helpers,
Feeling that sick little
grind.
Preaching solidly about
poverty the virtue,
Helping others in defiance
of ones all,
Black robes living in
their ivory towers,
Gorging on decadence off
the eager fall.
A solid union in a
powerful city,
Closed ranks under a
voted leader,
Silent side glances and
rumours,
Empire splits by this
very reader.
© 2012 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on March 29, 2012Last Updated on March 29, 2012 Tags: Church, Rites, Men, Christian. AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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