Mea culpa...

'mea culpa...'
the priest only shook his head
And kept jabbering the same...
'mea culpa...'
he shook his head
And repeated...

'where's our target? The girl we spotted?
The girl whom we want to be hanged?
Answer us...
Hey you!'
The men in uniforms sought an answer...

The priest would not tell...
He would just shake his head...
His cape had fallen...
His grey head got revealed...
His eyes looked sullen...

But he smiled...
Knowing the girl he perhaps saved
By saying 'mea culpa...'
'i am ready to be hanged...if you may...'
He repeated...
And in his mind's eyes
He knew he saw
The escapade
Of the girl
In his dress
Which he her gave...
Only to her save...

And those men in black nazi uniform
They thought it was time to put their grips strong
Upon him...
So they pounced on him...

But did not he pray a million times
To Him seeking forgiveness?
And to His feet he his blood sacrificed?

They pounced but found
The dress worn of a woman
By the priest only lied there...
And he had become permeable
Absolute.