A carcass'd maze
Death carnage for which they graze
A coldness brought
Death welcomed and sought
A frenzied feast
Blood stained teeth
The death of many
Their appetite unceased
Callous and unfeeling
Heads hang from the ceiling
Emotionless and staring
Ruthless and uncaring
An underground darkness
Liars and molesters
Young Victims to find
Like drinking the cup of the priests
Tainted wine
I get the feeling you are not a fan of the Catholic church... polemic, but written with conviction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth...beautiful...sad...