A Pilgrim's Progress
When nations stumble and grumble about their sins
It's the church where oft' times it begins.
Bishops nod and sleep, teetering on fashion's brink
While others poison what they offer to drink.
Or if awake they choose to set the tone
With errors and interpretations of their own.
And men believing it to be so pure
Are tainted by what should be the cure.
Even the children cry out at this disgrace,
A lawless brood who curse us to our face.
And now this other thing that was in an earlier time
Seen to be evil, this sex abusing crime
Whose perpetration always brings disgrace,
Apes are free of it but not the human race.
When man and G-d stand opposite in view
Man's disappointment must by law ensue.
For man is the offspring of revolt,
Sturdy and stubborn like an unbroken colt.
And truth around him every day
His pearl he does but cast away.
Born innocent and with heavenly truth
But only up to early youth,
Then after through want of care
Strange beliefs find comfort there.
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British Bill © 1997
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