they have abandoned the Fort

ANOTHER

NEW

FORT

Such names they call us,

That's not what we are,

We are Roman Catholics

At the front of the war.

Some just go AWOL,

Others defect,

Copying our stance

Then say we’re a sect.

A lot like in England,
Saint John Fisher's day,

When his brothers said, "yes",

This Saint replied, "nay"

All alone in the Fort,

St. John Fisher stood,

Preserving, defending

For the whole, all that's good.

Not just for himself,

Those attached to what's old,
Or reformers, reforming

Pretending they're bold.

We're simply preserving,

Once again, the True Fort,

While those with new orders
Relinquish support.

And with promises made

To men hungry for power,
They mock, stand and point

At us in the tower.

Hoping for all

An ecumenical democracy,

When in fact their new fort

Is a catastrophic kleptocracy.