Cathedrals Burning

Hunched back at the pulpit,
Heads bowed down in shame.
The Spotlight’s shining on you.
Cassocks cover up the blame.
You’re preaching to the demons
Who read between the lines
Of the ever changing Word
To make hatred justified.

Cathedral’s burning,
And my faith’s going up in smoke.
The cross is saved.
No, they won’t melt down the gold.
Pass the plate
Before it’s too late.
Now, let them see
Your offering.
Give what you’ve got,
Your two mites save your soul.

Rebuild the steeples
For millionaires who care,
While St Landry perished,
And Living Water’s growing scarce.
With young souls in the balance,
You proffer thoughts and prayers.
A silent church of charred stone
For your hearts are just as bare.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked and I agree with your thoughts and your logic. World falling apart and rebuilding old buildings. Religion, always confuses me. With all the religion, world is bloody chaos. Always a pleasure to read your work my friend.
Dennis