Sandra Martyres

Rookie - 24 Points (5th October / Mumbai - India)

The Confessional - Poem by Sandra Martyres

Sitting in the last pew of the Church
I stared at the long queue for Confession
My imagination started taking me places
As I noticed many familiar faces
Father forgive me for I have sinned
The opening line of each penitent person
Kept reverberating in my mind
Goldie was the first - he would, I thought
After the usual formality just blurt
'You know father all those schmuks
For years lined their velvet pockets with
Freshly minted green backs from the press
Using my advice but today both me and Fab
Are treated like outcastes and subjected to
Endless hours of questioning leaving us no time
To even shop for a fresh suit at Saks, it is they really
Who should be facing you in this confessional'
The priest blesses him and the next in line is
None other than Mr. Bear with a stern look
'Forgive me Father' says he “I am not a crook
I just did what the investing world really wanted
They made money for a long time and I of course
Earned my wages and bonuses but nothing
Lasts forever, everyone knows that so why
Did they persecute and finally finish me? '
Father blessed him and signaled for the next
'Bless me Father' he said 'I am only a lay man
My brothers and sisters have all prospered
At one time or another with my advice - But
I am only human - a lay man, I repeat and
Humans make mistakes but for me the stakes
Have been far too high - I have lost everything
No more private jets, sedans or luxury cruises
My penance on earth is more than done -
Bless me father....' Father did just that and
Decided to take a break closing the Confessional


Comments about The Confessional by Sandra Martyres

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (5/3/2010 2:02:00 PM)


    i am only human - a lay man, I repeat and
    Humans make mistakes but for me the stakes............ wonderful expression by a immortal soul in a body yet of earthly mistakes, ! , yet of unique genre,10+++, thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, June 4, 2010


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