Monday, April 09, 2007

Mr Priest

That man -
       Bald head and saffron veil,
       The beard of grey zeal,
       White gown head to heels.
HE is the messenger of God
So he proclaims;
Thus his lordship says
       “You are insignificant, sinful and ignorant
       But I pure, pious and benevolent;
       I am THE chosen one, do as I say
       Close your eyes and follow me
       I will lead you into the right way”
You hold his hands with the hope
That cleansed of all sins one fine day,
Heaven will knock at your door.
And so you begin to pray
       “My lord take me into your fold
       This is my hand, please hold
       And here’s a green note for your hive
       In case you need food to survive”

Thus begins the business of faith
Of selling piousness off the shelf
Of rituals and rites for greater self
But that greatness never in sight
He never intended to, you never see the light
Your earlier sins were never wiped
Yes a few added and a few swiped.
And then again his lordship proclaims
       “You are insignificant, sinful and ignorant
       But I pure, pious and benevolent;
       I am THE chosen one, do as I say
       Close your eyes and follow me
       I will lead you into the right way”

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

is is very diff from the kind of poetry u write.....!!!! too much of literature eh?

Anonymous said...

AWSOME...