A poem, by me, about mother teresa

[jduster]

I read the poem aloud on my Youtube channel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_3VST-6buY

Here is the text of the poem:
washed in white and gilded with gold
the angel of calcutta, or so i'm told

her charity, nothing but a means to an end
funded by illict money from her criminal friends

her denial of contraception increased poverty and aids
the missionaries of charity asked, and the donors paid

dozens of millions opaquely spent
only god knows where it went

she should have disclosed
but no disclosure was sent

she said poor people are fine being as they are
to lie supine in mediocrity while she becomes a star
hospitals with sub-par medical services by far

because they didn't receive enough money, they would say
but they just funded the building of a church the other day

she called for a ban on divorce because it was a sin
so that abused women would forever be trapped in

she's been a friend to dictators in authoritarian states
but she lied, was deified, and is considered as great

a taboo to break, what was her intention for man
to proselytize them, just as she planned