Ties that Bind

Blessed be the ties that bind 
Hands of criminals behind. 
The ones who prayed with boys as toys 
For their own private use.

These boys they saved 
Into the night. 
They preyed while praying 
With collars white.

Men of the cloth, even now. 
These saints who took a holy vow 
Pardoned by Diocese 
Are not punished… but set free.

Freedom bought at what cost 
For more lives then too perish? 
With cherished childhood gone and lost 
To memories…. that won’t vanish.

R K Olson ©2010