Shock on us

What manner of vengeance As a stench invading fragrance The kind unlike princes and kings Worthy to be denied pedestals and wings To never be beheld when people look up For it shall be bile in the people’s cup A man who came in the Name of the Lord With strangling cords of extortion beyond afford Turning against brother with straight face Next moment claiming piety without grace Tainting our mettle and name Making shame our claim to fame What then shall we say dear brethren Be consoled that God watches from heaven And will save us with His Righteous Right Arm But our due appeasement and charm Must be our obedience and reverence That His Spirit saturates every conscience For we have failed in decision Logic, intelligence and wit now face attrition As life hands us situation after situation What to do with the observations awaiting interpretation Only surrender all to God in prayer For to delve and to dare all proves too much to bear K. Muitherero.