I hear you
preaching
still
from your performance
pulpit,
the shit-pit of sermon
where you scared
the simple man.
I hear you
still
preaching
of parish and prayer
with your manners moody
at mass
with the mouldable masses.
Years later
over dinner
and before dessert
you spilt your sins
between the bread and wine,
your collar in the car
and your blessed ring
upon your manhood.
We can dress in robes,
we can fuck who we want,
but you can’t preach before the choir
if you take boys in for hire.
All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
If it were possible to abolish religion, I’d be for it. Very well said.
Powerful poem, Damien. There are too many of these hypocrites.
You are right to call out such abhorrent, reprehensible behaviour and it is totally evil. The comment from Jane Dougherty is concerning. Stereotyping a whole sector of the population because of a minority of leaders who are evil devious hypocrites is unfortunate. Many people are doing a power of good in the world thanks to their genuine beliefs.
That was powerful.
Thank you Alison