Hiding behind pews,
With outlooks of perfectness.
No one obtains or admits to live...
As guilt feelings are more addressed,
And unfulfillness confessed.
Yet everyone in view were conceived by sex...
But this is the topic that interests them best!
Not living lives to receive a wholesomeness.
Or doing what it takes,
To break from unhappiness!
And after the money walk done...
Some believe they have been purified,
Lifted to sights by hymns and blessed!
But everyone there gossips,
About what the minister said...
And how 'who' came to church dressed,
In 'that' mess!
'Can you believe it?
I know I couldn't! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem