David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The Renaissance Priest #3 - Poem by David McLansky

So the Pope has died, God Bless his Name;
A handsome man, by some thought vain;
The Protector of All Christendom;
The Warden of the Moslem Djem;
What irony that Innocent
Should protect the Sultan from dissent;
He keeps as hostage his foul rival
Thus insuring Bajazet's survival;
The heretics of Constantinople,
Those Greek demon priests with minds so supple,
They failed to join with Mother Rome
And now the Moslems rule their Throne!
But we have now that sacred lancet
With costly jewels it has been set;
The spear that pierced Our Jesus' side;
Within the Vatican now resides;
Once more another Pope has died,
Those Genoese I could not abide;
With all those ducats from the Sultan,
He spent them like a shameless wanton;
The keepers of the Papal seal
Failed to include him in the deal;
Having sold Bull dispensations
In his name without compensation;
He had them burnt for their greed:
A transgression of the Holy Creed;
Well, evil to him who speaks evil of the dead;
Innocent the Eighth, his soul has fled;
May his stay in Purgatory be brief,
And may the next Pope be less a thief.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2014

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