Graves In the Churches.

Sakwa Franc

There is a plague on our land

Yes, one kind of bubonic

In our hearts and minds

These worms infiltrates and kills

Tears and dry bones each day

 

It's a monster that kills

Gullible and unwily are its victims

Spiritual fantasies stains their reality

One kind of anointed , one kind of miracles

Their throats are open graves

 

Magic and evil incantations

Innocent blood floods pulpits

It's a den of thieves but a house of hope

Who is hurt? Who is spared?

It's a wall of prison and a heavy load

 

Praying clothes and one kind of  'oil'

Buy stickers to protect your house it's a sermon

Whose business is this?

No light in these graves

All people are a sleep

 

Fear is cheap people buy it

It has turned them into psychopaths

Fasting and praying to be rich

A veil in their minds , graves

Let truth speak , know it and be free

 

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2023 08:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: If you could travel to Africa ( my mother land and I love my Africa) today , you will cry at the sight of the things being done in the name of religion , deliverances and praying. It seems as if we have lost our minds ... Iam a Christian and I know what the word of God says am not ignorant of His principles but it's time for our eyes to open and see reality and work for betterment of our societies not religions
  • Category: Religion
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  • Bella Shepard

    My dear friend you speak of the dilemna of religion. For my part I think of Christianity as following the teachings of Jesus, a state of mind and heart. The sadness is that it was turned into an institution, and too often a for-profit business. I was baptized in the Catholic Church and conformed to that religion for the better part of 40 years, but I have found my own path in later years, that is true to me, and I practice it because of what I feel in my heart is right, not because I was indoctrinated. The very thing that should give comfort and bring us together is truly tearing us apart, and I understand your disillusionment. God bless you dear poet and keep you strong.

    • Sakwa Franc

      Amen dear Bella ... Thanks for your time and soul lifting comment
      May you prosper as your soul also prosper

    • 2781

      But do ye not after their works: for they say, and do not."



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