Mushrooming Private Churches In Aba

Close to a scandalous ten thousand, A reproach to the late Reverend Townsend; All with their advertising megaphones, And big dreams-nursing microphones … In my town of domicile With odds one can’t reconcile Which I had some time walked miles With my job-hunting files That rather handed me victorious counts Of how their number mounts: I tell you: A Religious Harassment, An unendurable embarrassment; Ten thousand, really a killing figure For a town wielding not the circumference of Cairo And herself not lending to vigour Definable with honest biro … I still maintain: gong hollowed-out halls, No Rock Musician would try for his frenzied falls; A good many of them: a late traveler’s tent, Whose thanksgivings broadcast Satan’s intent … Never could be God’s umbrella, For the catholic Emmanuel and Emmanuella; Nor altars for demonic exits From Christ’s patronizing visits … Christ’s salvation current; Is unthinkable in rooms of high rent!