The Church has a far greater obligation
Than the Priest running a profitable congregation
And the Councillor seeking re-election
To uplift the communities and build a strong nation
The Churches are far more powerful and numerous
Than the corruptors who twice a decade ridicule us
Procrastinating in the potholes of the road to progress
God shouldn’t also be a candidate on a ballot at the polls
We praise God through and, in the name of a Pastor
Choose a government to ‘Party’ instead of fulfilling a manifesto
The Bible hasn’t changed for 2000 years, but still we moralise
And He hasn’t failed us yet, are we losing patience?
I see suits and ties with robes and white Roman collars
And there’s no distinction they are part of the same order
Tithes and taxes imposed and shared over tea parties
To luxuries of big business, mansions and German cars
A December Afternoon
It was a cold day
clouds big as icebergs looked like pregnant cattle
seeking the sun but were dragged away
by the mordant winter wind.
Normally clouds are great performers they can do
drawings on the blue sky and paint faces and look
like castles and animals,
all depending on your mood, the size of the cloud and
the strengths of the wind.
For without the wind clouds are helpless, drifting on sky-ocean
like Mary Celeste, a ship abandoned while
the dinner in the galley was still hot, salt beef and dumplings
and caramel pudding, - I made the pudding up.-
Far for me to moralise, but all I want for Christmas is You.
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