Pilgrim's Progress Poem by Bieze Josphat

The road to heaven
Is thin and tough
Hard as unleaven
Bread; to the throat rough
But I persevere all
Objection, disown and scorn.

I walk to church
The bible on my chest
No packed lunch
Because am on fast
Praying for finance
For my pastor's surprise.

My pastor's jet
Fly him North and South
East and West
From Dubai to Bournemouth
Flying over storms of poverty
Sorrow, hustles and bustles
While I hide under
Umbrella of piety
Around me are
Ornaments of slavery.

I cry for liberty
Liberty from foolishness
Absurdity and blindness.
Dear Lord, help me
Decolonize my mind.