All Be False Impression Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

All be false impression
Hiding behind bright expression
Buy within wastes depression
Her very soul in detention
Daily strife, contention
Even amidst all these feel good conventions
Though she sings, scream, join in the ovation
All is but oration
Her convictions grades low to her confusion
Hurting but smiling, the plight of all in these Godly congregation
Man of God, perfect diction
We get your vision
Just what is your mission
Wondering: Is church still that restoring institution
My insinuation
Too much false impression