FATHER MALTHUS
In those days, we were all supposed to die : fever, plague,
dengue.
Then someone came by and washed my house, whitened the
walls,
cleared the well of filthy water, and opened even my own
eyes.
To all that was going on, to the world of filth wherein we
dwelt.
-
I knew very little. You searched my soul without a
warrant,
even then - walking off with things you took,
stripping my
moments of any moment or meaning alike. You called
yourself a Cardinal and a Priest among men. All that
balderdash and the village let you be - big stupid
hat,
vestments like a King, and a know-nothing brain with
a mouth that wouldn't stop. Horses should have
torn you apart. And everyone knew it.
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There was no allegiance to peace or to love,
and everything you did was evil. Killing the
blacksmith and taking his wife. Burning the
commons in the guise of removing a Devil.
Something had to give. Us or you. So many
simply wished you were dead.
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