Holy Lesson

Holy Lesson long poem

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Blinded by religion the world is,
Touched by holiness, everythings at ease.

The parents of a girl of seven
Got her a holy guide to make her reach heaven.

His deeds and thoughts were said to be long,
His greatness spread like a catchy song.
So old the man, was round and dark
So cold the man, in his walk and talk.

“A seperate room should be arranged for the class”,
Said he ” should be away from the disturbance of mass”.
The door was shut and the curtains dropped,
The evil in him out had popped.
He hugged and kissed the little girl
He smelled her hand and felt her curl.

He kissed and kissed and kissed all long
The little one went blank,
Was it a gesture of love or care? ,
It was something above her age was aware.

His darkness was hidden behind his holy cloth
His spirituality the had trusted all while.
This holy crime wouldn’t cease
When blinded by religion the world is.

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