A Bunch of Infidels
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I will turn back the pages of my life,
to when I was a little girl at school;
it was an old catholic school run by nuns,
gosh, they could be so mean and so nasty!
Once a week they told us all to ponder,
our SINS- said put your heads on your desk;
and contemplate all your sins for the priest,
so I did, thinking sin, sin, sin, sin, sin!
But, I came up with nothing. Like what sin,
I am only a little girl still God?
So, I made up some stuff to tell the priest;
I could not see his smile but heard his laugh!
Then, my sister died and I had some sins,
well not my sins exactly- but mothers;
she told me, she was now an atheist,
I have no idea what that means God!
But, I told the priest I was a heathen,
yes holy priest sir- I have sinned 'cause;
my whole family is a bunch of infidels,
(I had looked up atheist in the dictionary!)
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November 29, 2018
Poetry/Verse/A Bunch Of Infidels
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1089-736-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Atheist
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Sixth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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