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
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Author:
Francis (Pseudonym) (
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- 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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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.
Amen dear Bella ... Thanks for your time and soul lifting comment
May you prosper as your soul also prosper
But do ye not after their works: for they say, and do not."
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