The Priest's Game Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

He speaks of God with hollow words,
His words sound so high, too high
That no one in this world can longer grasp.
He, himself does not even feel God's presence,
He only plays the game of faith and hope
But does not know their essence.

He preaches love and mercy,
But shows them only hate.
He abuses his authority,
And exploits his flock's fate.
How can I believe that what he speaks
Is a language of God
If his words do not match with his acts?

He hides behind his collar and vestments,
But does not wear them best.
He mocks the Sacred Language,
The Language of Love and Salvation
And makes it sound like hell,
Too difficult to be followed well.

He does not think that his actions
Are not ought to be treated
As related to the role he has chosen to play.
He does not think that he can escape the wrath
of his own absolute teachings.
Let me tell this to him:
'You are not excluded in the laws of this game! '

He always taught us to look at the END and said:
'Keep enduring the pain my friends',
But how about the NOW?
Do I believe in a God who's divinity
Cannot be justified by these external circumstances?

My soul now is in deep anguish.
Please, make that priest stop
Making me believe in a God
Who does not care about His creation,
For I do believe that there can be considerations
In this game of religion.