ramblings and things

1,019,570 poems read


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. 




Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
A Question Of Faith