To J.

Tears set in blood on a child's face,

A child betrayed by older men,

Dissolve with a blush of embarrassed shame,

As five long years of silence begin.


Confused hands tremble in a disoriented state,

And the worst of the world occurs in a bed.

Childhood is sodomized and violently raped

While innocent lives are obliterated.


This is the world in which we rejoice. 

This is the church in which we worship.

We pray to a god who molests little boys,

And to muffle their screams we sing books of hymns. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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