Just Showmanship I
Traps a victim a night before to give cruelty a baby
drug is his weapon, invades the privacy of a lady.
Its Sunday, a button is instantly pressed to be aware
the shower washes away all sins for him to prepare.
Elegant and eligible, the cologne makes it perfect
in the midst of Angels, holiness takes effect.
Modesty and composure he joins other Pharisees and scribes
blessing everyone like the member of heaven’s major tribe.
Most important is to make the number in church
yet, the heart stays stony, refusing to change much.
Melodious songs from beautiful lips reach the ceiling like steam
beautiful faces, lovely dresses make the worship arena beam.
Words spill like fire, the dancing men of God preach
so many souls in reflection, they hope to reach.
Just at the cathedral’s door, he collects the devil’s cash
a decisive personality, good and evil don’t even clash.
Spirituality temporarily obtained, now heavily constipate
not up to an hour, through five persons, his wrong migrate.
In a Den of human carnivores, where religion is just a show
people frequently change garments to join in the flow.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2020
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