THE CONFESSIONAL
SPAIN
It is a lie—their Priests, their Pope,
Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope
Are lies, and lies—there! through my door
And ceiling, there! and walls and floor,
There, lies, they lie—shall still be hurled
Till spite of them I reach the world!
You think Priests just and holy men!
Before they put me in this den
I was a human creature too,