The Spiritual Broker
They fall over themselves
Rush to tap on the blessing
Urged on by the holy man
Wallets are turned out
Blessings are decreed
Souls upturned await
They study not the word
Preacher has a direct line
To the creator and maker
#Luis 2017
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2017
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