Derision set in sweet accepting jew’ls,
The lure of being cleansed of sin is strong,
Does bait the weak of will, the blinded fools
Bequeath their pennies, making right of wrong.
Alchemical the state of Law, it seems,
The mere exchange of cash transfuses shame:
The mad reports that numbered in the reams--
A miracle!-- are spotless now of blame.
The followers of traitors spread their word:
A virus that millennia have not slain,
A drunken reverie of the absurd,
A vow of pleasure turned to Hellish pain.
They peddle Gods like sports cars with no guilt,
And languish in proud castles sheep have built.
Obviously this is not an indictment of an entire religion, only certain peddlers of it. There was a time when simony was not only frowned upon by Mother Church, but was an offense that incurred the tortures of the Inquisition. One almost wishes to go back to those days when a slick-haired charismatic salesman preaches on television.
Again, I'm not attacking the entire structure of the religion. Not only would that be pretentious, but pointless. So enjoy, please.
Oh, one more point. The structure of this poem necessitates having to pronounce "millenia" as "mil-LEN-nya", with three syllables, so I don't expect to see comments like "line 10 has eleven syllables!"
Thanks!
- Giovanni
Written March 4th, 2004