Under this sign I will be victorious,
I will conquer, said Constantine
In the middle of his civil war,
And when he won
His Rome
Took over Mother Church
And raped her, spoils of war,
And turned her into a men's club
(Only celibate males need apply) ,
Jealously guarding the only lights
Turned down low, conserved,
Through the dark centuries,
Before nations. Even the Frankish King
Bowed before the men's club,
Seeking admission, and yet, and yet,
Their numbers shrinking
They still ask the women
To bring their men folk
To Sunday Mass,
All the while locking doors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem