Monday, November 25, 2013


The word went out in secret coded hope
So none would know and few would even care.
The priests denied and hid it far away
For who’d believe if they all saw the snare?

And those who suffered it were cast away
By those chosen to make the business gain.
Crosses on backs born bent to bear it all
But frills for those exempt from all the pain.

Yet when reform and print shed light and truth
More lies were told than any voiced before.
The plate went round and gathered up the gold
Of those who knew just one side of the score.

Have you in your earnest and true belief
Ever wondered why some were found then lost,
Drifted far off and then were shunned and hushed?
Where is the ground on which their hearts were tossed?

But still those fiends of foresight seek new fields
And not the pits of those destined to die,
Where once were gardens green and blooming bright
Before the death decree rendered them dry.

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