A Man In Purple Robe Poem by Doris Cornago

Away in that land where sly dragons roam
Been there, a city of well-paved streets
Deceived, no rubbish anywhere but
Evil lurks in the hearts of men
Dancing in rituals, make
Them come to your
Conferences
Pray
Over the
Sick, healing
Comes out of grace
Not your prowess, crap
Comes in purple robes donned
By holy priests of all races, indistinct
Gullible people lap untruths served in gold
Platters, costing gold, welcome to the fold, all told