OPIUMA Poem by JolomirA critical look at religion instead of a true worshipI walk down the streets of Lagos and see people devout to God, in prayer, in worship, and service but to what purpose? Churches preach from horn speakers hung outside the church that the word may be heard... faithfuls troop in and out of churches never fill of what it is they seek. They spend time on their knees, fasting, longing and wanting evermore but all I saw was....
Festered faith fastened firm With cold chains cruelly clad, Soul and spirit sullen sore As peppered pasts painfully pry, Preachers preaching, piously praying, Daily devotions dutifully done With hapless hearts heavily harnessed On cravings crested upon conceived crucibles, Wailing worshipers worn weary Looking lorn with lustful longing, For God's grace gloriously given Upon man's mindfully mangled minds. © 2015 Jolomir |
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Added on March 24, 2015 Last Updated on March 24, 2015 AuthorJolomirLagos, lagos, NigeriaAboutwriter, troubled mind, happy soul, extroverted-introvert, screen writer/producer.... and everything in between more..Writing
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