Embarrassed, I relate
that one amongst my co-religionists
has heaped upon you such a load of hate
that I, as Catholic, am clenching fists.
What gut and heart suggest, the will resists.
I won’t avenge your libeled reputation
in such a fashion, won’t be making lists
of fierce medieval tortures. Resignation
is also, though, a choice that bears negation:
I won’t sit still for such a load of lies.
When morons undermine your sub-creation,
I’ll direct refutation to the wise.
Though mud is what this loser chose to sling,
he never understood a single thing.