1950, Quebec
At the age of twelve he believed all they said
Those sly thieves in robes of false piety
Although some of them now may be dead
They destroyed his views with hypocrisy.
As a boy in that Catholic boarding school
He had trusted the priests were pure, holy
But these foxes had made them into little fools
Deceived into thinking they were giving to charity.
The priests sold them cards of some Chinese children
Saying that these were in dire need of Baptism
His donations could help the lost and forsaken
But they've not been in that land of Communism.
That little choir boy wholeheartedly trusting
Was an easy prey for those priests who deceived
They ruined his faith and now he's forsaking
Even God on whom he must truly believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem