The Modern Preacher Poem by Charles Osei Kwadwo

Come nigh, and see
A clergy of incongruous nature
For his objective lies
Not in the entrenched mission of
The proclaimers of yore;
In distort present he
The sacred book of old


Come nigh, and see
A knave bulging with cupidity
That lives materially and talks otherwise
That clandestinely piles treasure
And openly attack it
That takes from the rich and poor
The young and the grown,
The weak and strong
For in his deceptive tool
Lies their greatest weakness


Come nigh, and see
A priest of sacrilege doing
For his interest in his flocks
Is the valued paper of the world
Obdurate is he naturally
For he cares not about
The haggard son of God

Come nigh, and see
A liar now trusted
For he gives to the masses
What their itching ear desires
And takes from them
What little they have travail to gain
‘Cause promises he them
A blessing which is not

Come nigh, and see
A chameleon of mongrel hue
Clad in white without
But black within
Possesses he a heart of
Uncompromising interest
Yet unwilling subjected
To the lusty artifices of the world
A light in his hands lay
But in darkness gropes he about
For but the bread of the world
He is a preacher


Come nigh, and know
You preacher of our time
That you avail but for
The patience of the most high
Unless you rapacious motive
For possessing the good book of old
Is melted and hardened in love;
And you break rank with the deuce,
Destruction lurks in wait
For your soul in Hades
Slow is the Lord to anger
But His judgement is swift and just
And that you shall not escape but
Shall be your lot at the appearance of
The ruler of the universe.


By:
Charles Osei Kwadwo
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