No Church In The WildA Poem by Alvin L. Kathembe
No church in the wild.
There’s hunting in the wild But no gathering - No cathedral, no altar Where the faithful congregate There’s only one sermon - The hunter’s roar Or the preyed-upon’s moan They are Death’s priests And they practise what they preach… No church in the wild. There’s singing in the wild - The guttural croaks Of the vultures circling overhead Keeping the tune of an unseen conductor The sad, terrible song Of that moribund, orbiting throng As they partake of flesh and blood In unholy communion… No church in the wild. There are wolves in the wild And no trace of a shepherd No sign of a pulpit No outstreched hand To pull you out of the pit… No kings in the wild Just packs full of jackals And roaming lions looking for someone to devour… As it was in barbarian yesterday Ages dark with ignorance, lies and deceit So it is in barbarian today In jungles of steel and concrete… No church in the wild. © 2015 Alvin L. KathembeReviews
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Added on August 25, 2011Last Updated on February 17, 2015 AuthorAlvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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