Waiting For the Apology -

I regret the anguish that I suffered from the church No comfort for the questioner no solace for the lost With rules and hypocrisy engrained in the folds Of vestments golden - I regret the bigotry of those times - no mercy for the sinner The smell of incense sweat and fear Garbled mutterings paying dear Saving souls from extra torture Hiding secrets from the world Little infants buried outside little girls incarcerated In the laundries of the Magdalen – starching sheets of rich mens’ linen Feeling guilty for existing – No eyes meet mine To tell the sorrow of their lives