Gazlam Motaung Poet Villanelle

Churches are Empty,Taverns are Full

I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod,
Churches stand void,whilst taverns brim with glee,
And cry I out for mercy righteous God.

The painted panes grow dim,their light is flawed,
The pulpit soundeth naught but mockery-
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod.

The sacred choir's song is hushed,outlawed,
Their silence bought with coin of blasphemy,
And cry I out for mercy righteous God.

The alehouse glows; each drunkard is applauded,
Each sin doth shine as virtue seemeth be-
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod.

The holy house now dealeth wine unawed,
And maketh crimes to save the its dignity,
And cry I out for mercy,righteous God

Yet still I kneel,though mocked by men flawed,
Lord,breath anew Thy breath in sanctity-
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod,
And cry I out for mercy,righteous God.

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