Sunday School
Smug little faces
Oily little faces
Sunday best clad
Little children
Listen to the old
Time tested
Tired preacher
Accepting it all
They have trouble
Thou swallowing
Accepting he had
To be nailed for
Their petty little sin
(teach a child of my ways and when they mature they shall never depart from it ~the good book~)
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2016
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