Beneath his ghost white robe
this blanket of forgiveness
there stands a naked man
A shameless captain with a cross
leads indoctrinated soldiers
as he fronts a dying cause
In his path of domination
lies a wake of dying cultures
and a sea of weeping children
For as many adults touched
by God’s undying mercy
so were children by the captain
And if he is discovered
his general transfers him
to a distant battlefield
So unfolds this age old saga
of blinded congregations
and innocence forgotten
If only they could taste
the salty tears of weeping children
hiding underneath this blanket of forgiveness
© José V. Guerra Awe
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