Evangelicals the conundrum
Supposedly talking with God
Church-folks got me wondering
....Perhaps...if Jesus....a fraud
Why wasn't he poling prostitutes...
Instead of hanging out with the sick
And why did he care for everybody
...When Jesus could've been a prick
And why must Sunday mornings
.....That place....they all....go
Congregating in fellowship....
Plotting....what God....only knows
Seemingly....turning a Divine head
.....Thus casting a blind eye
I want to keep on believing
......But....as hard......as I try
Church folks got me wondering
....Perhaps if Jesus the facade
Evangelicals...that conundrum
....Are they really children of God
And if they are why not disdain....
"The current President" and thus refrain
From demonic worship...hence proclaim
.....That...respect of God....in Jesus' name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem