Accept the "Holy Fathers" stains?
What prideful tolerance sustains
The acts by priestly "Confessors"
Whose transgressions we all deplore.
Their molestations cause such pain
That no repentance can explain
To parishes stretched far and wide -
To innocents they cast aside.
Religious aristocracy,
Duplicitous conformity,
Accepted this hypocrisy -
This predatory blasphemy.
Faux piety to hide their shame,
Disdaining good and shielding blame;
No deft Indulgence could resolve -
No Inquisition would absolve.
Despicable to humankind,
By words and deeds now left behind;
No con nor lies supplant the proof:
The mirror to self-damning truth.
These crimes, these aggravated sins -
Atrocities no words can spin,
Nor can appeal 'yond earthly reign
For acquiesced eternal stains.
Categories:
molestations, betrayal, christian, evil, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
The Symbionese Liberation Army hushed
Dusk paved the way for a new day.
Who speak for poor, once rich?
Murderous men surmised-
Women, too, brewed wealth.
God forbid we stay enslaved,
Numbing, numbing, as with
Sexual molestations...
Chasing blood from our brain
Coagulated into pain.
We hurt ourselves not knowing
Why we pine, yet
Long before that final breath,
Moment after moment will meet us,
Forgiving as new day's light.
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Categories:
molestations, appreciation, blessing, endurance,
Form: Free verse
Sleeping next to you
Excited to have this "special time"
Xhilarated to have one on one attention
Uncle, is this not a crime?
Allured by treats, toys and what nots
"Loving" me until you get caught
Manipulating me with presents
Only touching me in private
Living a lie in front of my parents
Everlasting sickness in this climate
Sensual and unwell you are
Tremors in the end when I tried to escape
Anxiety that still lingers me
Tightening my thighs so you could not rape
Inside the mind that is a young child
Omniscient you were to know best
Nights that you had me come down
Selecting me and can now never have rest
Categories:
molestations, abuse,
Form: Acrostic
Adults believes young adolescents have nothing to worry about,
Youth is their calling card and it is enough to get them through,
In regards to their everyday reality,
Older adults don't have a clue,
They are oblivious to their battles,
Drugs, disease, pregnancy and molestations,
From these nightmares there are no vacations,
They are stressed out and under pressure,
Some Teens can't bear the struggle,
So they snap and get into trouble,
because everyone thinks their lives
are happy-go-lucky and stress free,
When the truth is.....,
Their avant garde behavior screams,
"Will someone please listen to me!!!!"
Categories:
molestations, teen
Form: Prose Poetry