Posted by Admin on 26 June 2006, 12:00 am
In this life, where in the slips
St John’s Four Horsemen wait
to mount for the Apocalypse,
a godless admass seals its fate
excepting those who would redeem
themselves in Heaven’s sight
by treading paths of Academe
to bask in Wisdom’s light:
observing with concern and grief
the swift decline from bad to worse
while sex based sins beyond belief
this once God-fearing land immerse –
perversion that erstwhile would damn,
practicians into exile send,
now flaunted like an oriflamme
with none its progress to forfend.
A parlous state none will redress,
as in the Cities of the Plain,
condoned by Churchmen, Law, and Press;
lubricious, blasphemous, profane.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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