Christ's Vicar

 This is a new poem I recently wrote, as a Catholic who has lived through the pandemic and Pope Francis's time as Christ's Vicar.

Christ's Vicar

Pope Francis,

a complete and total fraud,

believing man knows better,

knows more, than even God,

read a bible Francis,

you are not Caesar,

you are not a God,

your thoughts mean nothing,

the laws, God given, are not wrong,

climate is not yours to change,

or even save,

economic equality is not the goal,

nor fellowship,

or unity,

or love,

sexually defined,

it seems you do not understood,

Truth, the holy key,

without God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit,

there is nothing,

no love in the world,

no reason to be,

no beauty in the world,

no beauty in you or me,

the only beauty,

the only truth,

is the existence of God in the world,

and in you and me,

without God, sin is all that is left,

there is nothing to save,

the end grows closer,

with each passing day,

souls,

not economies, or climates,

are what should be saved,

so shut up, and pull your head out of your ass,

have a little faith, and just say mass,

the Holy Spirit will handle the rest.  . . . . . .