Gods Ministers Abused His Trust

Gods Ministers Abused His Trust

A Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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Poem on the abuse scandals of the Catholic Church, and the cover up and reactions to same.

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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


 


 






 

© 2010 Tomás Ó Cárthaigh



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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

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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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.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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