In silence
He stood with plea
“Oh father in heaven forgive me.”
The Charred Church in blaze
And Priest unable; in glaze
“I’ve done this.”
He knew; was aware
Tear swelled in his eyes
It was time; realized
There he, sent for teaching
Children, preaching
Deep in him was cheating
The nymphs and nymphets
All of them innocent
Their bodies like rose-buds
He lost head
He lost heart
He picked one at a time
He cleaned and washed them
Then in bed; placed them
And raped each and harmed them
In fire he could see
There was a wide screen
The Satan screamed
“That is me our Father
That fire I deserve
But you said you pardon.”
Charred was church and blazed
In his eyes the tears
No-one knew but himself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem