How shall the seat of Peter bid the Earth
Not being meek, as once its law ordained
How sits its creed in face of abject dearth
When Holy Rome with black regard is stained
Hypocrisy that taints its moral stance
Is played out in presumptuous masquerade
As wise evaluators look askance
Poor nous ensnares itself in Rome's crusade
That man will seek a solace in his sin
Is fodder for the grabbing papal rod
That casts its bait and reels the poor fish in
Instilling fear of someone else's God
"How sits its creed in face of abject dearth When Holy Rome with black regard is stained"...these two lines are especially wonderful.The entire poem is also very good.A rare theme indeed.