A Prayer For The Pope on His Arrival In Ireland

As you munch the tarmac at Dublin Airport
Arse in the air
May you be shafted
Then and there
By a rampant pink bear
One cassock-slashing
Pelvis-cracking thrust
For every child your church tore to shreds
Reduced to quivering dread
Or left for dead…

May you be thrown back
On your plane
And flown to The Hague
To face trial for the plague
Of vicious misery
You inflicted on your flock
With evasions so vague…

Get in the dock Pops
Swear on the bible
The truth the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So you and your paedophile
Stormtroopers at last
Face your victims
To confess to aplogise
To compensate and exorcise
The demons of your disgrace
Before being dragged to the cells
And left to rot in your Rome-made hells



Roddy McDevitt

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2 Responses to A Prayer For The Pope on His Arrival In Ireland

    1. Nonetheless, with these lists comes baggage.

      Comment by Selma on 26 August, 2018 at 6:36 am
    2. what do you mean?

      Comment by Roddy on 27 August, 2018 at 12:03 pm

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