Fighting over spoils
Does heaven await
The man who resists
A bread crumb that falls
On the ground at his feet?
The thistles and thorns
Is the holy man's sin;
He stands condemned
In absolution's defence.
You humble yourself
With ashes and cloth
And jostle to sit
In the face of your faith.
A blow that is cast
Out of season for food
Gives joy and delight
At the front of food fights.
The man who resists
A bread crumb that falls
On the ground at his feet?
The thistles and thorns
Is the holy man's sin;
He stands condemned
In absolution's defence.
You humble yourself
With ashes and cloth
And jostle to sit
In the face of your faith.
A blow that is cast
Out of season for food
Gives joy and delight
At the front of food fights.
Key Words : Sin, condemnation, crumbs
This Poems Story
The poem is not only a literal observation of this known priest who jostles for the possession of the poor man\'s bread but also a metaphor of clergy who hide behind justification via the cloth and the collar. It is a sad story.
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