The Vatican Poem by DM W

You have reduced Christ to a cold, golden idol.
O you seem obsessed with tedious rituals,
Ornamental processions and regalia!
Your acolytes wear habitual, pious masks.
You're so short sighted, archaic and out of touch.
There's a putrid scent emanating from your dogma.

You are content to clip the thriving spirit's wings.
How you crushed your bold prophets of liberation!
Your riches are obscene in the eyes of the oppressed.
To them you're the crucifier of their ragged truths.
Christ dares us to dream, and love beyond ourselves, yet
All you seem to desire is to cling to power.