Poetry about the Popes, written today

A poem on behalf of Pope Benedict XVI and all the Popes from Peter:

It is easy to mock,
To doubt and criticize,
But I ask you one question,
When you look in my eyes.

Could you have tended the flock?
When the huns ran to ruin?
Would you stand for the faith?
In front of tribunal?

With no army or guard,
Except for the cross,
Could you fill the Pope's shoes?
And weed out the dross?

Could you always be strong?
When surrounded by bait?
Would your knees never buckle?
Except at heaven's gate?

Then do not criticize
The heirs of the Rock,
Who fish on Christ's behalf,
Seated on Roman dock.