Three decades back,
A communist,
As a fad atheist,
To my chagrin
You taught us
'God doesn't exist! '
To my surprise
After mass
I saw you yesterday
Kneeling down
Hands upward
Wholeheartedly when
You Pray.
Out of His mercy
And benevolence
No doubt
God will forgive you
At once,
For what matters
Is your repentance.
But I can't help to ask
What will be the fate of
Of those credulous children
At their formative years
You sent off the track
Without a mental map
To return back?
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