I have stood in opulently
glorious churches,
both enraptured
by their beauty yet
sick with the awareness
that histories of
hypocrisy and
exploitation
lurk beneath
the glittering surfaces.
Beauty and sin,
justice and injustice
all go along
the way of religion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True! But how many of us could live as purely as Ghandi or the apostles!