ramblings and things
I was a Corporal, he was a Major
I saluted and called him sir,
Showed him due respect
Before taking the proffered chair.
I was a parishioner, he was a priest
So I thought I could expect
That my beliefs
Would be treated with respect.
But he was more an officer
Than a priest
On this occasion
At least.
Being a Yorkie
Not exactly a yob
But with the Yorkie
Ever open gob
I challenged the validity
Of his role:
Was he an officer
Or a saver of souls?
Didn't he
Just a little bit
Have trouble with
Making both roles fit.
He thought I was insolent
Just wouldn't see
These questions of faith
We're important to me.
Nothing he said
In anyway eased my doubt
As the priest lost control
And the officer threw me out.
I showed him respect
As I rose from my chair
Saluted as I left
And said thank you sir
He showed me none;
No compassion or concern,
Just a self righteous bigot,
Would he ever learn.
I was a Corporal he was a Major:
I still found it rather sinister
He could reconcile the roles of
Being both officer and minister.
A Question Of Faith