A call for one and all,
Only the chosen remains faithy,
Some men on cassocks and suits
tell beautiful lies, for self gains.
The religious canopies
inhabit motivational bandits
Whose silver tongues
milk many pockets dry.
They speak in grandiloquent words,
Performing arrange miracles,
Selling stickers, oil, water
and keys to unlock divine riches.
These men in suits and cassocks
Are givers, who take from the poor,
Asking skirts and trousers
to keep praying, when they are jobless.
\"If you don\'t tithe, things will tight for you\"
Their pulpit sermons,
While souls travel to hades,
Prosperity over Salvation.
Ignorance roams the streets,
Knowledge cries from books,
Many are paying for their ignorance;
Ignorance of not knowing God for themselves.