Deserted Convent
Habits are scattered in every cubicle
the veils are seen hanging on walls
the rosaries are play things for rats
there is no sign of life in living room
What comes to mind is a place for Nuns
long ago deserted for something better
could be disaster befell home of celibates
no one was there to tell the real story
The old dirty utensils bear glaring witness
but smell of Sisterhood still linger in air
the holiness of the novitiate is not lost
when chalice and bibles lie idle on tables
In the neighborhood are goons of pleasure
enjoying their lifestyles in styles and pomp
as they shout; Hurrah, “hurrah let them go
wrong and ugly history brought them here
This is the freedom we fought with hot blood
liberty to do what we want, even to destroy
that is the life most perfect here for all today
religious life unpatriotic, pagan freedom sanity."
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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