A few years ago I wrote a poem about the corruption and sexism in religion. It’s a little outdated and comes across quite “man hating” which wasn’t my intention at all. Anyway I’m going to share it with you and see what you think.
As church bells ring throughout the night
The people rest to rid their wrong,
Virgin Mary soon be gone.
Streets fill quickly if the poor,
The priests arrive to pick their whore.
The girls line up without a fight
Accepting their unfortunate fate,
Whilst men pick out their perfect mate.
The conscience is smothered,
The crosses are covered
Jesus ‘turns his cheek’ tonight.
All the preachers return to church
Crawling confessions on the morrow
plastered smiles to hide their sorrow
Priests pretend they are not men
Blame the temptress once again.
Excuses made to right their sin
An eye for an eye is quickly spoken
Showing rules have not been broken.
The women are blamed,
The innocence framed.
After all men are God’s true kin.