On the Mountain
There gathered some undaunted faithfuls
Yelling with desperacy without moderacy
Screaming to be heard by the Son of Man
Not satisfied until they hear from the
The Son of Mary the wife of a Joseph
Hundreds of unwavering believers
With one soul to be delivered
From the shackles of the evil doers
Shattering away their sorrows and tribulations
In a language understood only by the heavens
Their veins and tendons across the neck stood out
The head moving fast like that of a bewitched gecko
Whose head is destined to go off the neck any moment
Coupled with the hunger arising from the fasting imposed
Something good must be foreboded by the Holy one
The white garment all bearded fusty smiling man
Must appease the hungry and angry people on the mountain
He has done it again brethen, rejoice in the Lord
For all your prayers has been answered today
Rejoice as you cheerfully give money unto the Lord
Fasting and prayers continue tomorrow . . . and next …
Forget not your mountain and prophet offerings tomorrow
The Lord bless you as you sing this song home
I was scared for a second, standing there for seconds
Staring at the white garment man who spoilt my day
As I opened my mouth to sing, song of hunger and despair
Rented my jaw live unfermented and undiluted
I had thought all my prayers had been answered that day
Only to be told that fasting and prayers continue still next day
With nothing to break the hunger called fasting today
Dream less of the offering of the Prophets or the Levites
Shall I not die on the mountain in my quest for food and work?
Should we continue to disturb God for what HE already gave us?
Do we still need a prophecy to fret our oppressors with whet?
If the white garment man’s mountain refuse to give us our needs
We shall then move our own mountain to wherever they hide
And demand for all that is ours, as given by GOD but shielded by few
Who use the white garment man to blind and enslave us into chains
We shall leave the mountain and move to our own mountain of freedom.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
3rd, November, 2005
01.22am
Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2005
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