Pope Leo Xiv Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Woe to them, who use God's name,
For wars and power, greed and fame.
They drag the holy down below,
Where darkness dwells, and foul things grow.

They twist the words, so pure and bright,
To make wrong seem like holy right.
For coins and thrones, a twisted game,
They soil the truth, and bring the shame.

The sacred name, a battle cry,
To crush and conquer, make men die.
But God sees all, He knows their sin,
Woe to them, the darkness within.