who knocks
Who Knocks
"Who knocks so quietly on the cloister's
port a poor girl from a land afar."
We sang that song at school and always
made me emotional, I could picture this
poor waif seeking shelter
Now we know what happens to the poor
and pregnant women seeking shelter at
at a convent run by brainwashed nuns
The woman from Donegal told us when
She came here at 17 and was pregnant
How was she to know this nunnery of
sexually frustrated who had taken a vow
who, in hatred, had turned this a sin worse
than death
When the time comes for our girl from Donegal,
to give birth, she was ill, and they gave her a sedative
Then, as a child was born, she heard a scream
of one drawing of air for the first time
They told her the baby had died; had she
dreamt, no, but there was nothing she could
Christianity is a good religion, but why is it
When it becomes an institution, evil enters
through the front door, while saintliness is
out of the back door like a shroud
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