Looking out from his pulpit the priest tried hard
to give a sermon to a watchful congregation
taking in every word he spoke with passion
trying to guide his flock in a troubled area
where poverty and violent behaviour ruled
also hard when any help was just ridiculed!
Not an easy job for him thought of as the enemy
vandalism to was a rife problem at his church
yet he was a man of God and faith his strength
could not let them see the priest was weak
determined never to give up his personal battle
knowing in helping others people he did rattle!
Gangs found it impossible to intimidate the priest
a mission he knew only he had a chance to win
with personal knowledge of growing up in poverty
born himself into a poor hard-working family
in a place very similar to his present environment
in his soul he was here because he had been sent!
Each Sunday tried to find his way into every heart
being tough himself just could not give up
wanting to give them a real chance and some hope
which he never had when growing himself
believed in his mission his devout faith came first
prayed silently none of them would ever be cursed!
Often thought would I make a priest in holy cloth
to smite evil with all my wroth!
No! Where mans involved is there not corruption?
The Foureyed Poet.