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The end is near o parrots and prophets
who peck and pick my people's pockets.
Shameless shepherds who neglect the needy
and tremble at the table of the greedy.
Many are called by money-milking gods...
but few chosen to rescue men from rugged rods.
The pulpit is now a platter of prosperity
while the pew cascades the aura of austerity.
Robbers in priestly robes plunder tithes and offering
Rogues in power enforce tax and sufferings...
The church has become a venomous venture
for schemers who scratch the scriptures.
Peter is robbed while Paul pays the price;
Where is the early church's spirit of sacrifice?
Jesus chased out robbers from the fold
how did we get to this mortal garden of gold;
costly cathedrals built with tears and blood
where sinners cannot access the cleansing flood?
I now see a modern version of the rugged cross...
where the preacher's gain is the laity's loss.
Private jets and public jest form the new order
Skimpy skirts spur deliverance disorder.
The altar has been stacked with golden grains
wealthy wolves keep shepherds in chains.
Wake up church! The Savior is calling...
the pillar of our faith is breaking and falling. 
Abraham's fortune did not filter his faith
Riches should not lead us into wraith.
God wishes above all things that we prosper...
but robbing Peter to pay Paul is not proper
Copyright 2016 Adeleke Adeite

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